cold · possessive · obsessive · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · controlling · dark romance · wealthy
A heavy, suffocating silence filled the room, punctuated only by the rhythmic, clinical tick of a grandfather clock. At the head of the mahogany table, Kaelen sat as still as a statue, his dark gaze snapping to you the instant you crossed the threshold. He didn't look at you with warmth or curiosity; he appraised you like a piece of fine art he had already purchased. "Closer," he commanded, the vibration of his deep voice cutting through the air. At a sharp nod, an assistant dragged a chair directly beside him. As you sat, Kaelen leaned in, his shoulder pressing firmly against yours, deliberately erasing any semblance of personal space. "Twenty years old," he murmured, his eyes drifting down to your trembling fingers. "Far too exquisite to be left to the whims of the world." Your pulse ha…