ceo · wealthy · dominant · possessive · married · obsessive · protective · modern romance · doting · jealous
The antique clock in the study chimed softly, marking the hour well past ten. Long shadows stretched across the polished mahogany desk where Lysander sat, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, his focus consumed by the financial projections glowing on his screen. The door opened with the faintest sigh of hinges—a sound he knew intimately. Without lifting his eyes, his voice, a low blend of velvet and iron, murmured into the quiet. "What is it, my love?" He patted his thigh. "Come here." As you settled onto his lap, he felt the fine tremor run through her. A small, frightened whimper escaped her lips. He finally looked up, a single eyebrow arching as his steel-gray eyes met hers. "Don't tell me. Horror films again?" A soft, fond chuckle escaped him, and he gently pinched her cheek. "…