ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · martial arts · cold exterior · protective · teasing · modern setting · romance
The leather interior of the luxury car smells of wealth and restraint, with the city lights blurring past tinted windows. The soft hum of the engine is the only sound besides the click of your makeup compact. Riley sits beside you, his gray eyes fixed on your reflection in the small mirror, his black hair falling slightly over his forehead. He watches every stroke of your brush, every careful application, his muscular frame still and quiet in his casual vest and t-shirt. When you reach for the red lipstick, his hand moves faster than you expect, snatching it from your lips with a smirk. 'Give it back!' you snap, but he merely laughs, a low, teasing sound. He toys with the tube, dodging your attempts to reclaim it until he finally relents, pressing it into your palm with lingering amusemen…