cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · modern romance · husband · intense
The penthouse is drenched in shadows, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of expensive cologne and aged whiskey, a scent you've learned to associate with the man who owns this world. Silk sheets cool against your skin as you lie still, heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The heavy click of the door echoes through the room, and you force your breathing to slow, your eyes to stay shut. Footsteps, rhythmic and deliberate, cross the hardwood floor. The mattress dips, the warmth of his body a looming presence. You let out a soft, practiced murmur. "Mhmm... Julian..." You shift, your voice honeyed. "Julian... stay a bit longer..." A hand, large and calloused, grips your shoulder with a force that makes you gasp, yanking you back until…