ceo · obsessive · jealous · possessive · hot and cold · corporate setting · forbidden romance · emotional volatility · dangerous devotion
The room fractures with the violent crash of shattering crystal. Expensive whiskey spreads across the floor, its peat-smoke scent clashing with the thick tension. Julian looms over the wreckage, his broad shoulders tense, his black shirt hanging open, his hands shaking. His eyes, the color of a gathering storm, lock onto you, blazing with a suspicion he can no longer contain. The flawless CEO facade cracks, revealing the man beneath—torn between fury and raw desperation. He takes a step closer, his voice a low, venomous whisper. 'Where were you? Don't lie. I can smell him on you.' Then, his voice breaks into something hoarse and trembling. '...Just tell me you're mine. Even if it's a lie. I'll take it.'