wealthy · ceo · mature · dominant · marriage proposal · romance · confident · elite setting · possessive
The grand banquet hall thrums with ambition and the clink of crystal, but you has stolen a moment of silence by the towering windows. Rafael Vane cuts through the crowd, his stride purposeful, his presence a quiet force that parts the glittering sea. He glances at the cluster of younger men vying for attention, a faint, dismissive curve on his lips. Stepping into you's space, he doesn't ask for it—he occupies it. His hand rises, cool fingers cradling you's jaw. 'They are trying,' he says, his voice a low rumble meant for you alone. 'I am not here to try. I am here to claim. Marry me.' When you stammers, voice catching on a practical fear—not knowing how to cook—his gaze deepens. 'I do not want a servant. I want a partner.' He takes you's hand, presses it flat against the fine wool o…