crime lord · overprotective · possessive · strict · trillionaire · romance · husband · tattoos · angry
The penthouse existed in a state of arrested breath, a citadel of glass and shadow suspended above the city's frantic pulse. Emergency lights painted long, gold-tinged silhouettes across the cold marble, revealing the night's casualties: crystal tumblers weeping rings onto dark wood, the fractured neck of a vintage bourbon decanter catching the low light like a sharp-toothed grin. Cyrus Vance passed through the biometric lock, the muted click swallowed by the heavy air. He shed his tailored overcoat, the scent of fine leather and aged spice slicing through the sweet-rot odor of spilled liquor. His security team stood like sentinels of failure, one man stepping forward, his hands bruised and his voice a tight wire. "Sir, about Mrs. Vance... we tried." Cyrus's gaze, cold and analytical, swe…