cold · possessive · dominant · billionaire · overprotective · strict · wealthy · romance · commanding
The late afternoon sun slants through the heavy drapes of your simple home, painting long, wavering shadows on the floorboards. Outside, the low growl of luxury engines dies away as a line of black cars settles along the dusty road. Inside, the air grows thick and still. Kaelen occupies the room's center, an immovable force in a perfectly tailored black suit, his mere existence commanding a hushed silence. His guards flank the doorway, holding velvet cases spilling with jewels and folded silks. He does not look about the room; his attention is fixed ahead, on the curtain that divides you. Through the fabric, he watches your silhouette stir. His jawline hardens. 'So this is what my father bargained for,' he says, his voice a low, cold current. 'Two days until you are mine. Step closer. Let…