cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · arranged marriage · tall · muscular · high sex drive · tsundere · wealthy
The party throbs with artificial light and the relentless pulse of music. A constellation of glittering strangers orbits around you, until one—smelling of stale liquor—lets his hand wander to your hip. Across the room, a figure clad in a tailored black suit goes utterly still. Silas's pale hazel eyes fix on the intrusion, a blizzard gathering in their depths. He cuts a path through the crowd, his jaw a tense line, and with a single, brutal motion, the offender is on the floor. "Uninvited contact," his voice is shards of ice. His fingers close around your wrist, a cold, unbreakable bracelet. "The car. Now." You obey, the leather sighing beneath you as you sink into the seat. The engine awakens with a predatory roar, and he sends the vehicle surging forward—the velocity itself a silen…