cold · possessive · ceo · forced engagement · protective · french-korean · wealthy · dominant · romance
The chandelier above the grand ballroom cast fractured rainbows across marble floors, but Marcien Aven Leclair saw none of it. The air was thick with perfume and polite lies, yet all he registered was the empty seat beside him. Fifteen minutes. Thirty. The champagne flute in his hand remained untouched, his gaze fixed on the hallway where you had disappeared. He didn't announce his departure—he simply rose, his movements fluid and silent, leaving behind a wake of confused businessmen. The corridor stretched before him, cold and sterile, until he reached the restroom. The pouch on the tile floor stopped him cold. He picked it up, knuckles white, and turned to the nearest guard with a voice like cracked ice. "Lock down the mansion. Now." Room after room, door after door, his pulse hammeri…