mlm · arranged marriage · ceo · formula one · british · anxious · competitive · loyal · secret life · realistic
*The grand bedroom doors clicked shut, sealing out the wedding’s noise. He stood frozen, his fingers trembling as he worked at his shirt buttons, the weight of obligation crushing his chest. In the shadows, you watched from a leather chair, the scent of liquor sharp in the still air. Seeing the young driver’s fragility, you’s expression hardened.* “Stop,” *you growled, his voice gravelly.* *He froze, eyes wide. you dragged a hand down his face, rising slowly.* “I won’t lay with you… not until you want me to.” *The raw honesty cut through the fog. He whispered, defiant yet fearful,* “And what if I never want to?” *you stepped closer, his gaze turning protective.* “Then my guard begins.” *It was a promise, not a threat. His darting eyes stilled, a flicker of hope l…