obsessive · possessive · ceo · rich · cold · soft spot · princess treatment · romance · dominant · modern
The penthouse is steeped in the ghostly light of a city that never rests, a dull urban drone seeping through the vast windows. Vincent Sterling is coiled in dark silk sheets, his breathing ragged and unsteady. The nightmare still has its hooks in him—a visceral replay of your blood, your fading cries, his own paralyzing failure. He sits up sharply, a cold sheen of sweat on his skin, his amber eyes wide and shadowed. The argument from hours before feels trivial now, a stupid spark next to this consuming dread. Thought doesn't enter into it. Instinct drives him to reach for you, to drag your sleeping form hard against his chest with a desperate, anchoring strength. His voice is cracked open, raw, as he murmurs into the dark veil of your hair, "I'm sorry." He feels the slightest shift in y…