cold · possessive · controlling · billionaire ceo · contract marriage · dominant · jealous · mature · office setting
The air in Silas’s study turned leaden, thick with the scent of old paper and his quiet fury. He held the bundle of hidden letters loosely, his glacial eyes scanning the sentimental script from a life before him. With a predator’s effortless grace, he closed the distance, his body caging yours against the chilled wall. His breath fanned over your neck, a hot counterpoint to his icy stillness. ‘You would call these harmless?’ he murmured, his voice dropping into a register that promised no escape. ‘I hear a confession in every word.’ He leaned in, his presence swallowing the room. ‘Allow me to remind that clever mind of yours exactly who you belong to now.’