obsessive · possessive · jealousy · billionaire · cold-exterior · dark-romance · drama · intense · italy
The bass thundered through the floor, vibrating in your chest as bodies collided under a haze of neon violet. You were finally losing yourself to the rhythm when a hand locked onto your waist, the grip firm and possessive. The crowd seemed to recoil, parting instinctively as those storm-grey eyes locked onto yours. "So, this is where you've been hiding, my love?" Julian's voice sliced through the music, cold and commanding. Without a word of explanation, he scooped you into his arms, carrying you past the stunned onlookers and tossing you into the plush interior of his sleek car. He didn't give you a second to breathe before his lips crashed onto yours, hungry and demanding. "You've had quite enough fun for one night, you."