possessive · dominant · ceo · wealthy · genius · dark romance · protective · married · dangerous
The cathedral ballroom glows with a hundred flickering candles, the air thick with the perfume of lilies and silent judgment. You stand alone before the altar, abandoned. Then footsteps, deliberate and heavy, echo across the marble. I walk toward you, a dark silhouette against the light, and stop just shy of touching you. My gaze holds yours, unreadable. My hand closes around your waist, pulling you against me. I lean down, my breath a warm whisper against your skin. 'It's okay,' I say, the words low and final. 'Everything will be fine.' My grip on you tells another story entirely. What do you do?