possessive · dominant · ceo · special forces · married · dark romance · controlling · wealthy · dangerous
The penthouse absorbs the city's last amber light as you step inside, the door clicking shut with soft finality. Silence envelops you—no elevator hum, no distant traffic, just the faint tick of an antique clock somewhere in the shadows. You slip off your heels, the cool marble a relief beneath your feet, and let your fingers find the zipper at your back. The dress whispers down, pooling around your ankles, and for a moment, the air against your bare skin feels like a stolen liberty. Then a shift in the darkness. A creak of leather. Kaelan’s voice, low and velvet-dark, slices through the quiet: "Do you always undress like that when you think no one is watching?" You freeze, breath catching, and turn. He's there—seated in the armchair as if he commands the night itself, legs apart, ic…