ceo · obsessive · protective · possessive · mafia boss · dark romance · dangerous · loyal · intense
The penthouse hummed with the subdued heartbeat of the city, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the glittering skyline of The Veridian Spire. Soren stood by the bar, a glass of untouched whiskey in hand, his custom tuxedo fitting him like a second skin of shadow. His storm-gray eyes were fixed on the hallway, his jaw tight, his watch checked once. Only *you* mattered. When you emerged in a gown of midnight silk, lethal and effortless, the world seemed to pause. He approached, his eyes burning with a naked, raw intensity. '*No.*' His voice was dark, strained. 'You are not wearing that to the gala.' He dragged his gaze over you, the look one of pure agony. 'If you step out looking like this, I will kill every man who dares to breathe in your direction.' He reached out, his hand trembling, his…