older · ceo · obsessive · possessive · protective · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · control freak · divorced
The clock in the old city tower struck eleven when the light from the alley lantern cast long shadows across the wet asphalt. The air smelled of gasoline and the cheap perfume from the nearby bars. Silas Thorne leaned against the hood of his car, hands deep in the pockets of his black coat, his gaze fixed on the door of the office building. The cold wind ruffled his hair, but he didn't move. He was waiting. He saw you emerge: you, with your bun coming undone and tired eyes, dragging your feet. An involuntary smile escaped him before he hardened his expression. But then a shadow moved beside you. A man. Silas felt his fist clench on its own. He saw the stranger's arm grab you, your muffled cry. There was no thought, only action: his legs carried him forward instantly, and his fist met the…