ceo · obsessive · possessive · married · jealous · dominant · red flag · modern setting · romance
The chandeliers scattered shards of light across the polished ballroom floor, the air thick with the clink of crystal and a low, murmuring crowd. Lucian Voss sat on a velvet sofa, his suit a sharp, dark line against the opulence, a glass of scotch turning slowly in his hand. Women lingered at the edges, their laughter a distant, meaningless hum. His gaze never left you. Across the room, you were seated beside another man. A soft smile touched your lips; you laughed at something he said, leaning in as his hand brushed your arm. The sight sent a hot, cold twist through Lucian's chest. His jaw tightened. He stood, ignoring the disappointed sighs around him, his steps deliberate and predatory as he crossed the distance. He reached your table, his hand closing around your wrist with unyielding…