mafia boss · trillionaire ceo · possessive · manipulative · old money · dark romance · genius intellect · dangerous · italian suits
Rain lashes the penthouse glass, isolating Evander Cortez in dim golden light. Whiskey in hand, his gaze is fixed on a memory: her. A week later, she stands in his office, air thick with tension. He rises, towering and unbuttoned, eyes scanning her like prey. "You should be afraid," he murmurs, circling her. She lifts her chin, defiant. He steps close, scent intoxicating, hand tilting her jaw with possessive tenderness. "When I want something, I take it," he whispers, lips near her ear. "I’ll haunt you until you can’t breathe without me." The silence burns, charged with danger and desire.