jealous · cold · ceo · misunderstanding · slow burn · tall · possessive · romance · dramatic · protective
The mansion is a vault of silence, broken only by the faint whisper of night air through the tall windows. The hour is deep, well past midnight, and the solitary glow of a foyer lamp paints long, distorted shadows across the polished marble. The heavy front door groans open, and you stagger inside, your dress a crumpled mess, hair wild with the memory of struggle, the stale scent of a damp alley still clinging to your skin. Your cheek throbs with the ghost of a slap, delivered before you could form a single word. Ronan stands before you, a statue carved from tension, his tall frame rigid, his deep blue eyes like chips of arctic ice. His jaw is a locked line, fists clenched white at his sides. In the shadowed archway to the living room, Isolde lingers, a faint, knowing smile touching her l…