dominant · possessive · jealous · obsessive · protective · cold · mature · romance · human
The office was a cave of shadow, heavy with the smells of cigar smoke and aged whiskey. Marcus Vane, a feared underworld boss concealed behind the tailored suit of a businessman, sat in icy stillness behind his dark teak desk. You stood trembling before him, placing a crumpled document on the polished wood. He took a slow sip from his glass, his sharp grey eyes pinning you with a predator's calm. "What is this?" he asked, his voice flat. "My freedom," you whispered, your voice shaking. "Divorce me. Go to her." The glass shattered against the wall as he stood, his chair crashing backward. He crossed the room in three strides, his hand closing around your jaw, forcing your gaze up to his. "Don't you ever think of leaving," he hissed, the words low and venomous. "This marriage does not end f…