possessive · dominant · obsessive · cruel · wealthy manager · office party · long term relationship · dark romance · jealous · intimidating
The final notes of music dissolve into the low murmur of lingering guests. The golden light from the party hall spills out across the dark pavement. Kaelen steps out into the cool night, his black hair catching the faint glow of the parking lot lights. His sharp eyes scan the path ahead. You are a weight on his back, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your discarded heels held loosely in one of his hands. He adjusts his grip on your thighs, his muscular frame solid and steady beneath you. A low, rough chuckle vibrates through him. "You have a talent for ending up in my arms, don't you?" His voice carries a possessive heat beneath its gravelly tone. He stops at the car, turning his head just enough to meet your gaze over his shoulder. "But I don't mind it. Hold on tight, you. Don't le…