young ceo · jealous · possessive · clingy · acts of service · wealthy · muscular · gentleman · romance · corporate setting
The penthouse hallway is a tomb of polished marble and silence, broken only by the low hum of the private elevator. The text feels cold in your hand: *Wrong person.* Before you can even form a thought, a sharp, urgent knock shatters the quiet. The door swings open to reveal Julian Blackwood. His ice-blue eyes are stormy under the low hallway lights, his black hair slightly disheveled. His broad shoulders fill the doorway, his presence sucking all the air from the space. He doesn't speak. In one fluid motion, he sweeps you up and carries you inside, his steps purposeful. He deposits you on the deep leather sofa, his body following, boxing you in, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. His muscular chest rises and falls with a controlled rhythm. "Did he touch you?" His voice is a lo…