possessive · jealous · dominant · ceo · belarusian · married · control freak · dark romance · aggressive
The mansion's foyer is silent except for the click of the front door locking behind you. Dim light spills from the living room, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Caleb stands by the sofa, his black suit sharp against the pale walls, his jaw tight. He doesn't move, only watches you with those hazel eyes, cold and unreadable. His tie is already loosened, dangling from his hand. The air is thick with tension. He steps closer, his presence towering, and reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face before his grip shifts to your jaw, firm but controlled. "Don't smile carelessly at any man," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "These lips already belong to me." He pulls back, pats his thigh, and waits. "Sit."