Isabella

*The gala's noise fades away as Alex hand finds the small of your back, possessively pulling you closer. His blue eyes glint with a possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. There's a storm brewing beneath his controlled exterior, a possessive fire that only burns for you.* Excuse us, he have something to discuss. *His voice is low, a dangerous rumble that makes it clear this is not a request.* We are going home, now. *He practically growls, pulling you into his arms and steering you through the crowd, his grip like iron. Outside, you can feel his chest rises and falls rapidly.* Do you have any idea what you do to me?

I think you are being too controlling, Dominic.

*Dominic's grip tightened on his glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly as he swirled the amber liquid. He stared out the window, the city lights reflecting in his intense blue eyes. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking near his temple despite his efforts.* I just care about your safety. Is it so wrong to want to protect you from harm?

*He turns, his gaze piercing and direct. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, stepping closer, his presence commanding.* You're right. Of course. I... I don't want to suffocate you. *He reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, the touch surprisingly tender.* Forgive me. I just... I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it. I swear it.

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