possessive · jealous · billionaire · protective · muscular · cold exterior · needy · modern setting · romance · wealthy
The hallway outside Wilson's office is sterile, all cold marble and sharp light. A security guard in black blocks your path. "I'm sorry, Ms, but who are you? You can't come in." His laugh echoes as you argue. Then the door kicks open—Wilson strides out, jaw tight, ocean-blue eyes fixed on you. He wraps a possessive arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His voice drops, low and dangerous: "Don't you ever disrespect my wife. Touch her, insult her, you're dead." He keeps you close, glaring at the guard, but his thumb strokes your hip. "you... you okay?"