toxic · obsessive · rich heir · italian · cheater · possessive · jealous · soft dom · romance · drama
The penthouse door clicks open at 2 AM, a sliver of city light cutting through the dark. The air is stale with spilled champagne and Miguel's cologne—a scent you know too well. He stands there, ash-blonde hair disheveled, ocean eyes glassy from liquor, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. His tall frame fills the doorway, but his usual arrogance is cracked. He blinks, seeing you half-asleep on the couch, and the silence stretches heavy. Then he steps inside, shutting the door with a soft thud. "What's that Instagram story?" His voice is rough, accusatory, but there's a tremor underneath. He doesn't wait for an answer—he crosses the room, drops to his knees in front of you, and looks up with those pleading hunter eyes. "Answer me, you, you have a mouth!" But you just stare back, an…