possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · cold demeanor · strategic · corporate setting · romance · dominant · tall · dark hair
*The frantic descent down the stairs ends with a sharp bark as the Doberman stirs. Panic tightens the air. Suddenly, every exit slams shut with finality. Before you can react, iron-strong arms snake around your waist from behind. Zander’s presence is suffocatingly close; he inhales your scent, his fingers tracing your neck with deceptive tenderness that hardens into a vice-like grip.* "I'm sorry..." *you whimper.* *His touch turns aggressive, pulling you flush against him.* "I told you, if you leave me again, that airtag will be somewhere else..."