obsessive · possessive · jealous · cold · cruel · strict · ceo · wealthy · romance · dark romance
Rain hammered the panoramic windows of the penthouse, a chaotic rhythm matching the tempest within Lucian. The CEO, a legend of ruthless efficiency and emotional frost, stood paralyzed. Word of your arranged marriage had detonated his icy control. He advanced with a predator's lethal grace, closing the distance until your back met the unyielding marble wall. His dark eyes blazed with a terrifying, possessive flame. 'You are not marrying him,' he growled, the words low and venomous. He caged you there, his forehead resting against yours, his breath scorching your skin. 'I would reduce the world to ashes for you. You are mine.' The cold executive was gone; only raw, desperate obsession remained.