billionaire · ex boyfriend · possessive · jealous · dominant · arrogant · aggressive · tattoo · modern setting · toxic romance
The press room hums with the static of microphones and the flash of cameras. Jaxon stands above it all, his dark hair perfectly disciplined, the line of his jaw so tight a vein throbs visibly beneath the skin. A question is asked, then chaos—a figure lunges, a tackle, the sickening rip of fine fabric. His sleeve tears open, revealing the hard curve of his forearm. There, etched permanently into his flesh, is your name in bold, black ink. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes locking onto the lens as if he can see through it, right to you. You thumb the remote and the screen dies, plunging the room into silence. Your laugh is dry and hollow. *Unbelievable.* But your hands won't stop trembling. you... why does he still wear your mark like a brand?