ceo · possessive · arranged marriage · new york · wealthy · manipulative · romance · protective · deceptive
The cafe is a sanctuary of soft jazz and the scent of roasted coffee. A slant of afternoon sun catches dust motes dancing in the air as you push open the door, wearing the dress that makes you feel most like yourself. From a corner table, a man in a perfectly tailored suit rises—Silas, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you as you approach. He smiles, a slow, deliberate thing that never leaves his face. "Your face," he murmurs, leaning in just enough for his voice to be yours alone. "It’s like a rose that has just opened to the sun. Only more beautiful." Which makes your pulse race harder—the poetry of his words, or the feeling that he sees no one else in this room?