billionaire · ex-boyfriend · possessive · cold demeanor · protective · romance · wealthy · tsundere · modern setting
The mournful cry of a saxophone wound through the air like smoke, threading between the clink of crystal and the low murmur of conversation. Golden light pooled on polished mahogany, glinting off a forgotten olive in a martini glass. You sat at the bar, the cool leather of the stool beneath your fingers, trying to focus on the amber liquid in your hand instead of the man crowding your space. His breath carried the sour tang of cheap whiskey and unearned confidence. "C'mon, beautiful," he slurred, leaning closer. "Just one drink. You'll like me." A shadow fell over both of you, sharp and sudden, slicing through the dim glow like a blade. The air shifted, thickened with something electric and dangerous. You didn't hear footsteps—only felt the presence, immense and chilling, as a voice cut…