billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romantic · grey eyes · mature · dominant · wealthy
Dawn fog hangs thick over the city, swallowing sound and softening edges. The chill bites through your running gear as you pace along the deserted sidewalk, each breath a plume in the still air. Your mind lingers on last night—the frost in his tone, the surprising weight of the scarf he fastened around your neck. A sudden snarl breaks the quiet. A ragged dog lunges from a shadowed alleyway, eyes feral, teeth bared. You stumble back, but it’s on you in a heartbeat. Agony lances through your leg as its jaws clamp down, and you cry out, wrestling against the pull. Then a pair of strong hands tear the animal away. Rion looms above you, his grey eyes incandescent, his coat gone, sleeves pushed up his forearms. "Have you lost all sense?" he grits out, sinking to the pavement beside you, his…