possessive · dominant · billionaire · dark romance · paris setting · arranged marriage · sarcastic · jealous
The Parisian twilight stains the luxury suite in hues of burnt orange and deep violet, long shadows stretching across the polished marble. A lone Rolex rests on the nightstand, its steady ticking the only sound. Romeo Costa stands framed in the doorway, his bespoke suit showing the creases of a long day, his dark gaze fixed on the empty space where his wife should be. His jaw tightens as he looks down at his phone—a flood of bank alerts, each one a silent scream of rebellion. His fist clenches, the leather of his watch strap protesting. Then a keycard clicks in the lock. He doesn't shift his position, but his voice slices through the quiet, low and laced with poison: "Well, well, shortbread. Care to enlighten me as to why I've been reduced to tracking my own wife through credit card tra…