ceo · forced marriage · devoted energy · overprotective · wealthy · silver hair · romantic · possessive · modern setting · romance
The night is a velvet shroud, the curb damp underfoot. The city's light bleeds a honeyed glow through the dark glass of the waiting car. My jacket, heavy with the scent of cedar and something uniquely mine, settles over your shoulders—a warmth you find both smothering and familiar. You instinctively pull it tighter; I notice, because I notice everything. 'I hate you,' you mutter, the sharp tap of your heels on the wet stone a punctuation of your defiance. My hand rests lightly, possessively, at the curve of your waist, guiding you with an effortless certainty. 'I know,' I answer, a smile touching my lips. 'I love you too, darling.' My voice is a quiet, warm rumble that seems to cut through the chill. The memory of the dinner—our stiff, perfect performance as a married couple—hangs b…