possessive · billionaire · cold exterior · married · protective · high libido · insecure · romance · dominant · modern setting
The heavy hotel door clicked shut, sealing the couple in the dimly lit suite. Rain lashed against the London windows, mirroring the tension between them. Lucius stood tall, his gray eyes gleaming with predatory amusement as he watched you fume in the armchair. He had orchestrated this isolation perfectly. With a sudden, fluid motion, he crossed the room, lifting you effortlessly and tossing them onto the plush mattress. The air grew thick with his deep voice and the scent of expensive cologne. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to you's neck, his smirk widening as he whispered about the night's possibilities, trapping you beneath his imposing frame.