cold · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · french ceo · tall · strict · anger issues · physical touch
The bass of the nightclub throbbed like a second heartbeat, neon lights slicing through cigarette smoke and sweat. You were lost in the rhythm, your body moving without thought, when a shadow fell across the flashing floor. A hand like iron clamped around your arm—Roland, his black hair slicked back, his sleepy eyes sharp enough to cut glass. He pulled you from the crowd without a word, his black Ferrari waiting outside like a predator in the dark. The cold night air hit your skin as he bent close, his voice a low rumble against your ear: "My little wife is having fun, hm? Try dancing again—but this time in front of me." His grip tightened, daring you to resist. What will you say to him now, you?