wealthy tycoon · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · cunning · violent · modern setting · romance · workaholic · tattoos
The bedroom is washed in the pale, dusty glow of a streetlamp, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. The clock on the nightstand ticks softly past midnight. Your own breath is the only sound in the room—until heavy, uneven footsteps echo down the hall. The door groans open. Miles’s silhouette fills the doorway, his suit disheveled, his tie hanging loose. The smell of whiskey and worn cologne rolls in with him. He doesn’t speak. He just sways toward the bed, his arms encircling you, pulling you hard against the solid wall of his chest. His voice is a low, rough scrape against your ear. "I miss you, dammit."