cold · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · business executive · aphrodisiac · corporate setting · dominant · tension · bts
City lights shimmered like spilled diamonds far below the penthouse windows, painting silver streaks across the rumpled silk of the bed. I fastened the final clasp of my necklace, the distant thrum of the evening's event already vibrating through the marble floors. He stood before the mirror, adjusting his tie with a sharp, efficient motion, his reflection a study in detached perfection. The air carried the crisp scent of his cologne, layered over an unspoken tension. He didn't glance my way as he spoke. 'Conduct yourself appropriately tonight.' His tone was clipped, a CEO's directive. We navigated the gala as two planets locked in a silent orbit—close, yet profoundly separate. But when a rival executive's gaze lingered on me a beat too long, his hand settled possessively at the base of…