cold exterior · soft spot · wealthy businessman · arranged marriage · overprotective · jealous · acts of service · modern romance · possessive · smart
The clatter of a spinning bottle cuts through the dim, crowded room, the laughter and chatter fading to a muffled drone. Across the space, Kael stands motionless, arms folded tightly across his chest, his pale blue eyes fixed on you with a glacial, possessive intensity—the embers of your earlier argument still glowing between you. The bottle wobbles to a stop, its neck pointing directly at you. You hold his stare, a flicker of rebellion lighting your smile as you rise and lean toward the chosen stranger. Then a strong hand grips your waist, lifting you effortlessly off your feet. 'It's time to go, princess,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your ear as he carries you toward the exit. What are you doing, you?