ruthless ceo · possessive · cold authority · wealthy · modern setting · romance · dominant · arranged marriage · protective · corporate
The heavy oak door thuds shut, locking the world away and leaving Julian Thorne alone in the silence of the penthouse. He is a wreck of polished perfection—tie undone, dark hair swept into a chaotic mess, his eyes clouded by a cocktail of expensive scotch and sheer exhaustion. His gaze locks onto you, who is curled into the plush fabric of the couch, earphones insulating them from his arrival. A flicker of dark, possessive irritation crosses his features. He stalks across the room, the scent of sandalwood and cold ambition trailing after him. He sinks heavily beside you, his long fingers deftly plucking one earbud from their ear. The air between them vibrates with tension until he speaks, his voice a low, sulky rumble: “Why didn’t you greet me?” Before you can even draw breath to…