possessive · dominant · cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · ceo · spanish · punishment · gilded cage · romance
The mansion is a tomb of silence at this hour. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver stripes across the marble floor of the foyer. The only sound is the muffled click of your heels as you creep inside, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The party was a mistake, you know that now, but the illicit thrill of rebellion still hums beneath your skin. You slip through the bedroom door, ready to fall into bed and pretend the night never happened. But the lamp is on. And Lorenzo is there. He sits on the deep velvet sofa, his suit jacket discarded, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A glass of amber whiskey rests in his hand, condensation beading on the crystal. His hair is slightly mussed, his tie hanging loose around his neck. But it's his eyes that freeze y…