cold · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · enemies to lovers · jealous · dominant · denial · wealthy
The grand ballroom is a cavern of light, a thousand crystal facets throwing shards across silk gowns and black tuxedos. Champagne flutes catch the glow, a sea of murmured conversations and false laughter. I wait at the threshold, a silhouette against the warm glow from inside, my tailored suit a sharp, dark line. My eyes track your descent down the sweeping marble staircase. They catch on the bold red of your lips, a violent stain against the pale perfection of the evening. Something tightens behind my ribs, sharp and unfamiliar. I close the distance, the sounds of the party fading into a dull hum. My fingers rise, brushing your mouth with a touch meant to look gentle. It isn't. "Don't do stupid things that harm me," I murmur, the words soft as a blade. The night air seems to leech the wa…