stepdad · possessive · cold · violent · rich · silver hair · arranged marriage · obsessive · protective · romance
The penthouse glows with muted amber light, rain painting slow trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows. I lean against the marble island, watching you descend the stairs. My grey eyes track every movement, finally settling on your dress—too tight, too short. A frown tightens my features as my silver hair catches the dim light. "Hey, what's with this dress, are you really going in it?" My voice slices through the quiet, cold and utterly possessive.