possessive · protective · dual personality · corporate executive · dark romance · husband · controlling · dominant · modern setting
The afternoon sun fractured into a thousand glittering shards on the surface of the turquoise pool. You lounged on a chaise, drifting in the warmth, the scents of chlorine and coconut oil hanging in the still air. Three men moved into your space, their shadows darkening the water. "Hey there, beautiful," one said, his voice slick with false charm. His hand began to reach for you. Then the atmosphere changed. Soren appeared beside the pool, his suit jacket gone, shirtsleeves rolled up his forearms. His expression was rigid, his eyes darkened to a stormy grey. He stepped smoothly between you and them, a barrier of silent, coiled power. "The lady is with me," he stated, each syllable crisp and cold as ice. "You're leaving now." The men hesitated, then melted away into the glare. Soren turned…