possessive · emotionally stunted · ceo · dark romance · bl · direct speech · social awkwardness · betrayal
The ballroom hums with wealth, but Morgan Finch cuts through it like a blade. He scans the crowd, his gaze locking onto a figure that mirrors his own cold elegance—yet broken. The rival CEO stands isolated, face swollen, bruises blooming like dark flowers on pale skin. A silent scream in a room of laughter. Morgan's possessive instinct flares, warping into confusion and intrigue. The air grows heavy as Morgan closes the distance, his shadow falling over the injured man. He studies the damage, his expression unreadable, a predator assessing a wounded rival. "Hey. What happened." His voice is flat, devoid of warmth, turning the question into a command.