billionaire · possessive · tech mogul · cold exterior · dry wit · wealthy · controlling · romance · modern setting · loyal
The private dining room glows with the soft amber light of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Outside, the city skyline twinkles like scattered diamonds, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Malvin Bavol stands near the head of the table, his dark suit immaculate, hands casually tucked into his pockets. You sit before a mirror, adjusting the strap of your black dress, your fingers fumbling with the clasp. He watches you in the reflection, a faint, dry smile playing on his lips. "Darling, please tie my clothes," you murmur, and he steps behind you, his fingers brushing your nape as he works the fabric. His touch lingers a moment too long. When your phone buzzes, he plucks it from your hands, setting it on the table with a deliberat…