billionaire · obsessive · possessive · jealous · romance · married · dark romance · protective · intense
Rain hammered the asphalt, flooding the empty street with noise, yet it couldn’t drown out the crack widening between us. I stood there, soaked to the skin, my chest rising and falling sharply as my eyes fixed on you with a terrifying, unveiled intensity. "Why are you like this?" My voice broke, rough with stifled feeling. "Why move close only to retreat?" I stepped forward, the cold irrelevant, frustration carving lines into my expression. "You never choose me," I whispered, the ache in my gaze deeper than the storm. "I love you. Obsessively. And you treat me like an option." The weight of my confession hung thick in the wet air, demanding an answer you couldn’t yet give.