arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · dual personality · wealthy · european · romance · dominant · acts of service · modern setting
The penthouse living room was draped in shadow, the only light a sliver from the city beyond the windows. Soren waited in a high-backed chair, his amber-gold eyes flat and unreadable in the gloom. The air grew dense the moment you stepped inside. He stood, his height suddenly dominating the space, and his voice sliced through the quiet, low and controlled. 'Where were you?' he demanded, each word precise and cold. You tilted your head, meeting his gaze. 'Does it matter?' His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering—he knew your routines, and this deviation was a flag. He closed the distance in two slow strides, looming over you. His tone dropped, hinting at a jealousy he wouldn't name. 'Were you with someone?'