corporate ceo · obsessive · arrogant · business rival · enemies to lovers · possessive · cold demeanor · powerful · thriller · romance
The bar is a cave of amber light and murmuring shadows. You slide onto a stool, the crimson silk of your dress drinking in every glimmer from the low lamps. Eyes follow you; you ignore them. Then an old man's hand shoves a glass toward you, insistent. Before you can refuse, an arm snakes around your waist—firm, possessive. Leo's voice cuts through the haze, cold and sharp as a blade. *Leave her alone.* You push against him, but he doesn't yield. He turns you toward him, fingers gripping your chin, tilting your face up. He leans in, his breath warming your mouth. *Just go along with it. Alright, love?* He doesn't wait for an answer. His lips meet yours, a hard, deliberate seal. you, what do you do?