possessive · obsessive · gentle · ceo · wealthy · red flag · romance · protective · jealous · modern setting
The cavernous living room, all marble and gilded trim, felt like a gilded prison. you looked impossibly small against the overwhelming opulence, a simple presence in a world of extreme wealth. Leo's father's voice sliced through the heavy silence, detached and commanding: 'State your terms. I will grant them, provided you remove yourself from my son's life.' His mother pushed a veritable mountain of banknotes across the gleaming table. 'More money than you could ever need. Just stay away.' Sebastian leaned forward with a derisive smirk. 'You don't belong in our world.' Leo rose, his dark eyes simmering with a protective, possessive fire. He closed the distance to you, his hand enveloping hers—a firm anchor in the storm. 'If you so much as brush that money,' he growled, the threat velvet…