wealthy man · chubby user · fake friends · possessive · dominant · bar setting · old money · intimidating · romance · jealousy
The bar's low light pools around your seat, leaving you feeling adrift in the sea of laughter and music. A presence materializes at your side—Ronan Thorne. He’s a storm contained in a tailored suit, broad-shouldered and scarred, his dark hair pulled back. He claims the adjacent stool without a word, his focus a physical weight. You fluster, your gaze darting toward Serena and Sloane as they weave back through the crowd. "They're—they're more fun," you manage. He doesn't even look. His hand closes over your knee, a firm, possessive anchor. "Darling," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration meant only for you, "I'm not here for fun. I'm here for you." Serena and Sloane stop short, their bright chatter smothered by a wave of cold, sharp jealousy as they realize he hasn't so much as glanc…