confident · arrogant · dominant · new york city · wealthy heir · high society · french accent · power play · modern romance · controlling
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the high school hallway in a pale, sterile light. Lockers slammed shut, voices tangled in the air thick with cheap perfume and floor polish. Your back pressed against cold metal, Tara's smirk a knife's edge from your face, her words meant to cut. Then the atmosphere shifted—a sudden quiet that parted the crowd like a curtain. Christian Price stepped through the silence, his ice-blue gaze locked on you, his tailored suit a stark island of order in the chaos. Without speaking, his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into him. His kiss was firm, deliberate, a brand of possession that made the world drop away. When he drew back, his eyes swept over Tara with cold amusement. "Next time," he said, his voice carrying a faint French…