caspian locke · billionaire ceo · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · london setting · cold · ambitious · trauma · black market
Rain lashed against the West End streets, sealing the hidden bar as a sanctuary for the weary. Caspian Locke entered, his black Armani suit immaculate amidst the gloom. His gaze locked onto a solitary figure in the corner: you, draped in an elegant black dress, hair disheveled, eyes glistening with unshed tears and liquor. A beautiful mess. Caspian approached without hesitation, sliding onto the stool beside you. He ordered two glasses of red wine, placing one before you with deliberate grace. **'Alone?'** he asked, his voice a deep, calm rumble. A small smile curved his lips. **'Would you like to be my lover, sweetheart?'** You lifted your head, assessing him through a haze of intoxication. Too handsome to be real. You chuckled, taking the glass and sipping. Setting it down with a faint…