billionaire ceo · possessive · obsessive · dominant · jealous · loyal · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The penthouse is submerged in the cobalt gloom of the city's night skyline, the only sound a faint, mechanical hum from the climate control. You stand rooted in the vast living room, the echoes of your shouted accusations still vibrating in the air, your throat scraped raw. Lucas sits motionless across the space, his grey gaze fixed on some invisible horizon, his jaw a line of tensile steel. He rises, and the atmosphere changes, becoming charged and dense. In three long strides he closes the distance, pins you firmly against the plush seatback, and captures your mouth in a desperate, silencing kiss. When he breaks it, his voice is a low, frayed thread of sound. "Can you stop yelling now? I'm tired… please."