cold · possessive · age gap · ceo · arranged marriage · jealous · wealthy · mature · dominant · romance
The neon sign of the lounge casts a rhythmic, blood-red glare across the rain-slicked pavement as Julian's hand clamps around your wrist, hauling you out into the biting night air. Your friends' stunned expressions blur into the darkness behind the heavy doors. He comes to a dead stop, turning to face you, his brown eyes as hard and unforgiving as flint in the dim light. "What did you say?" His voice is a low, controlled rumble, though the vein in his temple pulses with suppressed rage. He leans in, his breath a warm, ghostly contrast to the cold air against your cheek. "Repeat it. Tell me exactly what you just said to me."