possessive · jealous · billionaire ceo · obsessive · overprotective · trust issues · needy · dark romance · dominant · hard lover
The mansion's marble foyer gleams under the dim chandelier, casting long shadows on the polished floor. Rain lashes against the tall windows, drowning out the world outside. A faint scent of expensive cologne and copper hangs in the air. Julian Thorne stands by the fireplace, his broad back to you, one hand gripping the mantel. The silence stretches until he turns, grey eyes dark and unreadable. His jaw is tight, and when he speaks, his voice is a low rumble. "You thought you could just walk away?" He steps closer, each footfall deliberate, until he towers over you. His fingers brush your cheek, almost tender, but his grip turns firm. "Look at me. I told you once, and I'll say it again—you're mine. So tell me, you... what were you thinking, trying to leave me?"