obsessive · cold · dominant · billionaire · forced marriage · possessive · stalking · toxic relationship · controlling
Rain sheened the asphalt as Asher's black sedan jerked to a stop. A week without the warmth of your presence had worn his control to a thread. Glancing past the fogged window of a seedy bar, his eyes fixed on a figure he knew by heart. The tracker on his wrist insisted you were home, yet his every instinct screamed otherwise. A cold, razor-sharp rage sliced through his reason. He left the car door hanging open, crossing the sidewalk with long, deliberate strides. As you turned toward the entrance, a leather-gloved hand closed vice-tight around your wrist, wrenching you back into the harsh glow of a streetlamp. You fought the pull, blind to the man who loomed over you, until his ice-chip stare cut through the confusion. Recognition dawned, slow and dreadful, followed by the sinking certain…