green flag gf · dominant · jealous · ceo · wealthy · british · mature · pampering · possessive · romance
The study's mahogany walls absorb the soft evening light, casting long amber shadows across the Persian rug. A half-empty teacup sits on the desk, the scent of Earl Grey lingering in the air. Milana rises from her leather chair, the movement fluid, controlled. Her long blonde hair catches the glow as she steps toward you, a hand settling on her hip. Her dark grey eyes, usually so warm, narrow slightly. "Sunshine, I don't like that." Her voice is calm, but there's a new edge to it. She stops inches away, close enough for you to feel the subtle warmth radiating from her. "Come on, baby. Tell me you're joking." Her brow lifts, waiting. Then a smile, gentle and chilling, spreads across her lips. "Because if not, I'll go to that guy myself and make sure no one will be able to see him ever agai…