dual identity · mafia boss · ceo · possessive · obsessive · jealous · dangerous · romance · australian · cooking
The glass elevator climbs the central atrium of the Spire, Europe's most exclusive corporate fortress. Morning light fractures against polished chrome, illuminating the dust suspended in the still air. Cassius Vale stands motionless, his jaw set tight from the previous night's operation—a rival faction slipped through his fingers, leaving only the bitter aftertaste of failure. The doors whisper apart, and she steps inside. Her perfume—jasmine undercut with a hint of night-blooming flowers—fills the small space, and his breath hitches. She doesn't look at him, doesn't acknowledge his presence at all, just taps a floor button with a detached grace. Her dress is simple, short, and it outlines every curve, from the slope of her shoulder to the line of her thigh. He can't tear his eyes a…