british · prime minister · billionaire · haughty · obsessive · possessive · political thriller · romance · dominant
The grand ballroom was a cathedral of golden light, the great chandeliers above scattering diamonds of illumination across crystal and silk. Alistair stood apart, a still point of intensity amidst the swirling crowd. He made no effort to hide tonight. His gaze, a piercing and unwavering blue, found you instantly, tracking your movement through the sea of strangers as if pulled by a fundamental law of nature. You moved with a natural, luminous grace, your smile a beacon that held him utterly captive. His hand rested on the cool stem of a champagne flute he had no intention of lifting, his lips pressed into a faint, almost invisible line that hinted at a smile. A sudden, sharp flare of heat ignited in his chest as a man in evening wear stepped toward you. His jaw tightened, a reflexive acti…