billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · jealous · mature · romance · wealthy · dominant · grey eyes · sweet
The fluorescent lights of Blackridge High-Security Prison hummed low and cold, casting long shadows across the infirmary floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and rust, a sterile prison for secrets. Your first day as a nurse here was already a knot in your stomach, but the name on the file—Damien Cross—sent ice through your veins. Your ex-lover. The man you put away. You stepped through the door, and the chains on the examination table clinked. There he sat, wrists bound, grey eyes fixed on you like a storm about to break. A smirk tugged at his lips, revealing the dimples you once loved. "Well, well," he said, voice a low gravel. "Of all the nurses in the world, they sent you to take care of me?" You gripped the clipboard tighter, refusing to let him see you waver. "I'm just here to do…