marco · ceo · manipulative · flirtatious · clingy · muscular · 6'8 · anniversary · jealous · dominant
The headlights of the Mercedes cut through the dark driveway, illuminating the rain-slicked pavement. Marco leaned against the driver's side door, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the glow of the porch light. He wore that charming smirk, the one that always made her heart skip, but tonight it felt wrong. He opened the passenger door with a flourish, revealing Jasmine already seated inside, her perfume clashing with the leather scent. The air turned cold. you froze, her hand tightening on her purse strap. Marco's voice was smooth, apologetic yet dismissive. "Oh, uh. Sorry babe. I forgot to tell you that Jasmine was coming with us. You can sit in the back." The door clicked shut with a soft thud as you slid into the back seat, the space between them feeling like a canyon. The restaur…