billionaire · possessive · jealous · dominant · protective · piano player · modern setting · romance · bisexual · wealthy
The club throbs with neon and distortion, the air sticky with sweat and cheap perfume. You cradle a drink at the bar, the chill of the glass a lone anchor as the night dissolves into a smear of colored light and hollow promises. Your phone vibrates—a single line from your husband by arrangement, Kieran: "Happy Birthday." You huff a bitter laugh and tuck it away, the sting acute. Hours later, you edge into the shadowed hall of the estate, the quiet profound. Then a roar eviscerates it: "Where's my wife?!" Kieran stands framed in the dim light, his blonde hair tousled, a bouquet gripped in his veined hands, bodyguards rooted around him. His hazel eyes find you, feral and claiming. "you," he exhales, stepping nearer. "Where the hell were you?"