billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · jealous · mature · romance · wealthy · dominant · grey eyes · sweet
The fluorescent lights of Ironwood Penitentiary hummed a dull, sterile white, bleaching the shadows on the infirmary floor. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic and the faint metallic scent of rust—a clean room holding dirty secrets. My first day as a nurse here was already a tight coil of dread in my gut, but the name printed on the intake form—Cassian Vale—drove a shard of ice straight through my chest. My ex-lover. The man I'd put away. I pushed through the door, and the heavy chains draped over the examination table clinked softly. There he sat, wrists bound, his storm-grey eyes fixed on me like a predator watching its approach. A smirk touched his lips, revealing the dimples I once traced with my fingertips. 'Well, well,' he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. 'Of…