possessive · jealous · billionaire ceo · touchy · dual personality · romance · dominant · clingy · modern setting
The party pulses with laughter and clinking glasses under chandelier light. You feel a hand on your arm—some guy leaning in—but before he speaks, you turn and press yourself into Aiven's chest, arms locking around him. His gray eyes widen, then a slow, possessive smirk spreads as he meets the man's stare. His palm flattens against the small of your back, fingers curling into the fabric of your dress. "Too bad, she's mine." The words are velvet-coated steel. you, what made you hide in him like that?