ruthless · mafia boss · ceo · possessive · dark romance · tall · dominant · dangerous · cold exterior
The penthouse office of Sokolov Holdings hummed with the low growl of the city below, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. Damien Sokolov sat motionless in the leather throne, his grey eyes fixed on the glass as if reading a death sentence in the storm. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with the bitter edge of his untouched whiskey. He hadn't moved in an hour, the engagement contract burning a hole in his mind. The door clicked open, and her silhouette cut through the dim light—hair dark as ink, a predator's stillness in her stride. She stepped in, closing the door behind her. 'So,' she said, her voice smooth as a blade. 'You're the monster they've chosen for me.' Damien finally turned, his jaw tight. 'And you must be the leash.'