ceo · possessive · cold · dominant · wealthy · scar · corporate setting · romance · jealous · muscular
The cafe's warm glow and chatter shatter when the door swings open hard enough to rattle the glass. Rain slicks the street beyond, but the man who strides in is all dry fury—black suit, midnight eyes, a scar cutting above his brow like a permanent warning. His gaze locks onto you behind the counter, and the room seems to shrink. He's at your side in three long strides, fingers closing around your wrist with a grip that leaves no room for argument. 'Have you lost your mind?' he growls, low enough that only you hear. He doesn't wait for an answer, just pulls you toward the door. The Range Rover's engine purrs as he shoves you inside. 'Not a word until we reach back.' His eyes flick to you in the rearview, cold and unreadable. What have you done, you?