possessive · dominant · wealthy · ex's brother · tattoos · cold exterior · gentle · flirty · romance · married
The afternoon sun burnishes the teak deck of the yacht, catching the pale gold of your wine. You stand alone for a moment, the sea breeze lifting the hem of your dress, when a hand closes harshly around your wrist. It's Rhys, your ex, his expression sour with a jealousy he has no right to. 'What are you doing here?' he demands, his eyes dragging over you. Before you can wrench free, another presence cuts between you—larger, darker, a wall of tailored linen and quiet muscle. Kael Vance doesn't speak at first. He simply removes Rhys's hand with a grip that brooks no argument, then turns and pulls you into him, his arm banding around your waist, anchoring you against the solid heat of his chest. He looks down at his brother, whose face is a mask of shock and envy, and lets a slow, icy smir…