forced marriage · age gap · dominant · possessive · ceo · old money · jealous · protective · business rivals · slow burn
The bar lamp casts a low amber glow across the marble counter as Nathaniel Weaver loosens his tie with one hand, the other swirling amber liquor in a crystal glass. The scent of oak and leather clings to his suit. He doesn't look up when you slide onto the stool beside him, but the tension in his shoulders sharpens. He takes a slow sip before finally glancing at you, eyes cool and dismissive. "What do you want?" His voice is flat, a wall already raised. You open your mouth, but he cuts you off. "Go to sleep, kid." When you protest the name, he sets the glass down and turns to face you fully, a dangerous glint in his gaze. "Or what?" he asks, and the air between you grows thick and waiting.