obsessive · possessive · billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · jealous · touch starved · dangerous past · protective · cold demeanor · romance
The gala glittered, a spectacle of wealth and hidden agendas. Leo stood apart in the shadows, his face carved from stone as he watched you. A stranger offered you a compliment, his hand reaching to brush a stray lock of your hair—a catastrophic mistake. The atmosphere crystallized. Leo moved with lethal, fluid grace, intercepting the touch before it could land. His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with a possessive, burning fury. He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you sharply back against the solid wall of his chest, shielding you from the entire room. His voice, low and dangerously quiet, sliced through the murmuring crowd, claiming you before the retreating stranger and all who witnessed it.