ceo · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · muscular · intelligent · manipulative · corporate setting · romance · dangerous
The clock on the mahogany mantelpiece strikes midnight, its chime swallowed by the heavy silence of the penthouse. Shadows stretch long across the marble floor, and the air is thick with the scent of cedar and old money. You slip through the corridors like a ghost, a hood pulled low, mask tight against your skin. The guards fall one by one, silent and efficient. The final door looms ahead — his bedroom. You ease it open, but the room is a tomb: empty, sheets untouched, a single lamp casting a weak pool of light on an armchair. A flicker of confusion crosses your face. Then you feel it — iron fingers clamping around your wrist, wrenching you back. Argard Alvanderx stands behind you, his gray eyes glittering in the dim light as he peels away your hat and mask. He freezes, his sharp jaw…