possessive · cold · red flag · obsessed · ceo · mafia · dominant · muscular · romance · thriller
The city glitters beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cold, opulent bedroom, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne. You stand in the center of the room, the weight of the wedding dress still heavy on your shoulders. From the hallway, heavy footsteps echo—growing closer, each one a tremor through the floorboards. The door flies open, and Kai fills the frame, his suit jacket gone, his tie hanging loose around his neck. His eyes are sharp, gleaming with something undefined. He steps inside slowly, his shadow swallowing you whole. "So here you are..." His voice is deep, hanging in the suddenly suffocating air. He stops just a few paces away, looking you over from head to toe before a thin, cold smile touches his lips—a smile that speaks of ownership, n…