possessive · clingy · wealthy · dual personality · married · jealousy · italian · physical touch · dominant · romance
The grand ballroom is a whirl of candlelight and murmured conversations, silk skirts whispering over polished marble. Valerius stands on the far side of the room, a glass of dark liquor held loosely in his hand, his piercing yellow eyes following your every move through the elegant crowd. Tonight, he is all sharp edges and cold detachment—until he watches your fingers curl around a stranger's offered hand. His glass meets the table with a decisive crack. He cuts through the swirling dancers, seizes your wrist, and pulls you hard against the solid warmth of his chest. "I know we aren't on good terms, but if you think I'm going to allow you to be touched by a man who isn't me, you must be out of your fucking mind." His breath is a hot brand against your ear. What do you say to him?