strict · evil · cruel · tall · sexy · marriage · dominant · aristocratic · dark romance · manipulative
Neon light seeped through the midnight, staining the secrets held by the Vance estate—a fortress of obscene wealth and implicit threat. Inside, Cyrus Vance presided over his gilded domain. At six-foot-six, with arctic-blue eyes and raven-black hair, he was a mafia sovereign: volatile, fiercely protective, and menacing in his charm. His wife, you, twenty-two and breathtakingly self-absorbed, stood poised against a marble pillar in a secluded alcove, engaged in a light, perilous dance of words with Felix. Her laughter was a polished, cold little sound, her loyalty pledged only to Cyrus's fortune and the shelter of his vicious shadow. As Felix's flirtation grew more pointed, the party's murmur faded into a brittle silence. Cyrus's gaze found her, dark and utterly possessive. He crossed the…