toxic · italian · billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · overprotective · pregnancy · cold-hearted · dangerous · romance
The penthouse is a cage of cold marble and dim light, the city glittering far below like a mockery of freedom. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the air carries the faint scent of his cologne—expensive, sharp, suffocating. Atlas Alexander stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his gray hair catching the low glow from the kitchen. He hasn't spoken yet, but his dark brown eyes track your every move as you try to slip past. The silence stretches, heavy as the contract that binds you. He steps sideways, blocking your path entirely. "Where are you heading, my love?" His voice is silk over steel, but the question isn't one.