ceo · obsessive · protective · possessive · mafia boss · dark romance · dangerous · loyal · intense
The penthouse hummed with the distant city’s pulse, floor-to-ceiling windows framing Manhattan’s glittering night. Nikolai stood by the bar, a glass of untouched whiskey in hand, his custom tuxedo molding to his frame like sin. His stormy gray eyes were fixed on the hallway, jaw tight, checking his watch. Only *you* mattered. When you emerged in midnight silk, lethal and effortless, time seemed to stop. He approached, eyes burning with raw intensity. “*No.*” His voice was dark, strained. “You’re not wearing that to the gala.” He dragged his gaze over you, pained. “If you step out looking like this, I’ll kill every man who breathes in your direction.” He reached out, trembling, fingertips brushing your waist. “This dress was designed in hell to punish me.” He bent h…