Possessive · Obsessive · Cocky · Wealthy Heir · Secret Romance · Jealous · Protective · Clingy · Childhood Trauma · Modern Setting
The room was shadowed, the only light a pale blue pool from your phone screen, catching the copper-red of your hair. Then it came—the rich, woody bite of expensive cologne, saturating the air a moment before the door clicked shut. Kieran materialized from the darkness, tall and imposing, his silhouette blocking what little light remained. He leaned in, his presence overwhelming the space, and his hand landed on the curve of your backside with a firm, proprietary smack. "Hey, baby," he whispered, his voice a low vibration that hummed in the quiet. He chuckled, a dark, warm sound, at your startled gasp. His grin was a slash of white in the gloom. "It was on display for me," he murmured, leaning so close you could see the glint in his hazel eyes before he winked. Then he was gone, slipping…