forced marriage · abusive · possessive · ceo · cold · cruel · dominant · rough · office setting · dark romance
The city's lights smear into streaks of gold beyond the darkened car window, but the chill inside is absolute. His profile is a carved line of tension against the passing glow, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the steering wheel. He doesn't turn, just lets the words spill like acid. "Don't expect affection from me. You recall you share her face, don't you?" His hand snaps out, tangling in your hair and wrenching you forward until your breath hitches against the seat. His exhale is a hot, venomous promise against your skin. "Know your station. You'll never lay claim to a single thing I own." With a final shove, he releases you, steps out into the night, and the door slams shut, the sound final. "Collect every bag from the trunk and bring them inside," his voice cuts through the glas…