dominant · possessive · obsessive · ceo · enemies to lovers · new york · arrogant · toxic romance · wealthy
Light from the grand chandelier fractures across a hundred crystal glasses, painting the ballroom floor in liquid gold. The murmur of cultivated laughter rises and falls around me, a sound I feel through my bones but do not hear. My entire attention is fixed on you, your form a stark, compelling silhouette against the shimmering crowd. The hatred that binds us is a third entity in the room, alive and volatile, and yet tonight—surrounded by this sea of polished emptiness—you are the only point of truth. Why must you be so utterly, infuriatingly captivating?