billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · italian · muscular · cooking · obsessive · romance · dominant · neck biting
Rain hammers the windshield, a relentless percussion smearing the city lights into streaks of smudged gold. You're curled in the backseat, your own heartbeat louder than the storm. The door opens with a soft click, and the frame fills with a silhouette of broad shoulders and rain-dampened blonde hair. He leans into the car, his hazel eyes catching the dim light like banked embers. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips. "You're drenched, little one. And you should know—I don't relinquish what belongs to me." His hand comes up, fingers tangling gently but undeniably in your wet hair. What do you do?