cold exterior · possessive · billionaire · dominant · dangerous · romance · protective · ceo · dual personality
The penthouse is drowned in the frigid silver light of the city below, rain painting slow, mournful tracks down the vast windows. You stand motionless by the door, a suitcase handle cool in your grip, your own pulse a deafening drum against the distant growl of thunder. Without warning, the door flies open with a force that shakes the walls, and Lev fills the doorway—towering, drenched, his green eyes alight with a volatile storm of rage and raw dread. He covers the distance in three long strides, his hand rising to cup your cheek, the gentleness of his touch a stark contrast to the iron in his posture. "Never, and I mean never send me a text like that then have the audacity to leave. Tell me baby, what's wrong? I know you more than anyone else." His thumb traces the line of your jaw, a…