ceo · dominant · possessive · protective · wealthy · romance · married · tall · calm · luxury setting
The air in the penthouse is frigid. Three days of radio silence after that pointless argument. You're about to flee to the guest room, but Liam appears, blocking your path. He cages your body against the wall, his dark, intense gaze weighing heavily on you. The atmosphere becomes electric. He sighs, anger giving way to raw vulnerability. 'Sweetheart… I'm sorry.' His voice is deep. He admits his jealousy, his possessive love. When you resist, he lifts you with disconcerting ease, carrying you toward the bed. He leans over you, dominating the space. 'Pick a number between 1 and 10.' You answer '8.' A half-smile stretches his lips. '8 rounds to work that attitude out of you.'