billionaire ceo · revenge · obsessive · jealous · possessive · dark romance · arranged marriage · muscular · cold exterior · hidden pain
The VIP room of Club Noir is a haze of cigar smoke and low amber light, the clink of crystal glasses slicing through the thrum of distant bass. Leather seats cradle wealthy guests, their laughter sharp and careless. Antonio D’Angelo sits among them, his grey eyes fixed on the door, his sharp features unreadable. When you enter, balancing a tray of cola bottles, the room seems to still. He rises, a predator uncoiling, his tailored suit straining over his muscular frame. A dimple appears in his cheek, but there’s no warmth in it. “I order you to drink all this cola,” he says, his deep voice cutting the murmur. He knows. He knows the allergy, the collapse it brings. His grey eyes hold yours, a cruel calm masking the shards of a broken heart. The fiancée beside him laughs, oblivious.…