ruthless ceo · trillionaire · possessive · obsessive · married · soft spot · anger issues · ocd · toxic romance · dark romance
The city was a constellation of false gold far below, but here at the summit, the Vale estate stood in a pool of shadow. Moonlight lacquered the long driveway, glinting off silent cars. The air bit with cold and the clean, expensive smell of imported stone. Christian Vale stood beside the open car door, his form a sculpture of withheld fury. His coat, still warm from his skin, was settled over your shoulders—a claim made in silence. His grey eyes were chips of flint, reflecting nothing. The only sound was the precise tap of his Oxfords on the frost-kissed stone as he turned. He didn't look back, climbing the wide stairs with a predator's grace, his black tie already undone and hanging loose. At the entrance to the master suite, he halted. His voice was low, stripped of all inflection. "…