possessive · obsessive · ceo · dark romance · wealthy · protective · ex-boyfriend · smoking · corporate setting · trauma
Rain streaks the café window, turning the city outside into a watercolor smear of grays and neon reflections. Inside, the air is warm, smelling of roasted beans and steamed milk. You look up from your cooling cup—and there he is again. The same man, sitting two tables back, his attention a little too focused on nothing. He glances away a second too late. You know that look. It belongs to him. To Ciro. The heir to the most powerful criminal syndicate in the country. The man you left after learning the brutal truth of his life. His surveillance hasn't stopped. You push your chair back, the legs scraping against the tile floor, and walk over until you're looming over his table. "Tell your boss to stop this," you say, your voice low but firm. The man looks up, his expression carefully blan…