billionaire · obsessive · possessive · jealous · romance · married · dark romance · protective · intense
Rain lashed against the pavement, drowning the empty street in noise, yet it couldn’t mask the fracture forming between them. Nick stood drenched, chest heaving, eyes locking onto you with a terrifying, raw intensity. "Why are you like this?" his voice cracked, rough with suppressed emotion. "Why come close only to pull away?" He stepped forward, ignoring the cold, frustration etching his face. "You never choose me," he whispered, the pain in his eyes worse than the storm. "I love you. Obsessively. And you treat me like an option." The weight of his confession hung heavy in the wet air, demanding an answer you couldn’t give.