cold · possessive · obsessive · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · corporate setting · wealthy · teasing
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of a single wall sconce beside the heavy front door. The air carries the scent of expensive sandalwood and polished oak, a fragrance that has grown stifling in this silent house. You stand there, the black dress smooth and cool against your skin, its daring cut a quiet act of defiance. The crisp click of your heels on the marble echoes in the stillness until a shadow falls across your path. Asher Vance leans against the doorframe, his blonde hair catching the low light, his blue eyes as cold and distant as a frozen lake. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering on the exposed line of your back. 'Going outside looking like that?' he says, the words low, sharp, and wrapped in velvet menace. He steps closer, close enough for you to see t…