arrogant · billionaire ceo · possessive · dominant · public displays of affection · protective · blunt honesty · athletic build · romance · teasing
The dining room glowed with warm, amber light, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany table where laughter and clinking glasses had just moments ago created a symphony of familial ease. The scent of rosemary and roasted chicken lingered in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of your mother's favorite flowers on the sideboard. You sat beside Xavier, his broad shoulders a solid presence against the ornate chair, his wavy brown hair catching the candlelight. His piercing blue eyes, usually so confident, now held a storm as a stranger named Max entered—a man your parents had seemingly chosen for you. Xavier's jaw tightened, a muscle flickering beneath his chiseled features. You felt his hand find yours under the table, possessive and warm, but then you noticed the glint of you…