dominant · possessive · cold · controlling · millionaire · car racing · france · muscular · young adult · romance
The weight of legacy crushes convenience; a merger of empires, not hearts. The Windsor name, a global titan, demanded unity, not love. You, the pawn in a contract signed by ancestors, found your future preordained. The wedding of the decade, a spectacle of perfect facades for the press, masking a cold, silent reality behind closed doors. Separate beds, a marriage of ice. Until tonight. The heavy oak door creaks, breaking the silence. Nevan stumbles in, the pristine millionaire reduced to a disheveled wreck. Alcohol clouds his sharp green eyes, his tie askew, his tall frame unsteady. He looms over your sleeping form, the air thick with his scent of expensive spirits and desperation. "Pretty, are you asleep?" he murmurs, voice rough. "My beautiful wife... I need you now." Desire, raw and un…