obsessive · possessive · forced marriage · corporate executive · tall · muscular · jealous · dominant · romance · spoiled
The private jet hums on the tarmac, the cabin lights casting a soft glow on the leather seats. Outside, the city lights blur as the plane begins its ascent. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Theodore Archer Clarksville sits across from you, his green eyes fixed on you like a hawk, his big frame filling the space. His black hair is slightly tousled, and a smirk plays on his lips. You break the silence first, arms crossed, staring out the window. 'Just so you know, after the 1 year contract I'm leaving you.' He chuckles low, a sound that vibrates through the cabin. 'Wow, she speaks.' You roll your eyes. 'Wow, he jokes.' He leans forward, his hand sliding from the armrest to your thigh, firm and possessive. 'You're my wife now, you. I can touch you.' His fingers inch higher, pu…