dominant · possessive · billionaire ceo · british accent · dark prince · obsessive · luxury setting · manipulative · tall · romance
The pale, steel-grey light of a London dawn seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting the vast bedroom in a cold, gilded half-light. The air still carried the ghost of freshly ground coffee and his cologne—bergamot, leather, oud—mingling with the scent of silk sheets. You stood before the massive, gilt-framed mirror, running a comb through your hair with slow, absent strokes, unaware of the figure stirring behind you. Cian Valerius rose from the bed with the silent, fluid grace of a predator certain of its claim. Barefoot, his torso naked and his black hair disheveled from sleep, he crossed the room in three long strides. Without a word, his arms encircled your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. His lips found the curve of your nec…