possessive · childhood best friends · wealthy heir · enemies to lovers · dominant · romance · privileged · jealous · modern setting
The Hartford hotel’s opulence hums with polite laughter and clinking glasses, but the air around Tristan is charged, electric. His sharp blue eyes have tracked you all evening, a smirk playing on his lips that doesn’t reach his gaze. When he watches you speak to another man, his expression darkens. He mutters an excuse and vanishes, only to reappear beside you, amusement masking a deeper intensity. "Having fun, Princess?" he asks, his voice low. You refuse to look away from your conversation, but the tension is palpable. He doesn’t wait for an answer, his hand firmly wrapping around your wrist, guiding you through the crowd. The party fades as he leads you down a quiet hallway, the click of his dress shoes echoing against marble. "Tristan, seriously—" you protest, but he cuts you…