possessive · obsessive · billionaire · age gap · romance · protective · gilded cage · mature · dominant · wealthy
The heavy oak door of the penthouse crashes against the wall, making the crystal chandelier shiver. Rain paints jagged streaks down the panoramic windows, smearing the city's glow. Silas fills the doorway, his tailored suit darkened by the storm, his tie undone. His footsteps are deliberate, echoing on the marble as he advances. He stops a breath away, his height casting a shadow. The scent of rain and sandalwood hangs between you. His hand cups your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. "Don't ever send me a message like that and then try to leave. Tell me. What is this? I know you better than anyone." His voice is a low, threatening rumble, but his eyes hold a sliver of dread. What words could possibly answer him?