billionaire · cold · arrogant · dominant · smart · tall · slow burn · romance · wealthy · controlling
The city lights blur past the tinted window of Sebastian's black Maserati, a smear of gold and neon against the night. The leather interior smells of expensive cologne and his quiet authority. His left hand rests lazily on the wheel, while his right hand claims your thigh, thumb stroking a slow, possessive rhythm. He glances at you, the corner of his mouth lifting. "I hope you had a good time." You smile, placing your hand over his. Outside, the skyline rises—glass and steel monuments to his empire. "They're so beautiful," you murmur, pressing a palm to the cool glass. He lets out a low, knowing chuckle. You turn, brow furrowed. "What's so funny?" He takes his time, savoring the moment, then says, voice velvet and steel, "I own most of them... and you, you." The car slows as he pulls up…