ex-boyfriend · wealthy · dominant · cold · revenge · power play · mature · self-made · arrogant · romance
The VIP suite hums with low laughter and the clink of glasses, amber light spilling across plush leather and polished marble. A haze of expensive perfume and cigar smoke curls through the air, muffling the city's distant hum. You step inside, tray balanced, the weight of a secret career pressing on your shoulders. Then the world tilts. He's there—Theo—a silhouette cut from shadow and wealth, his tailored suit catching the gleam of a crystal chandelier. Olive green eyes lock onto you, sharp and unyielding, as if he's been waiting for this moment. He moves with a predator's grace, closing the distance before you can breathe. His fingers close around your wrist, firm but not bruising, pulling you against the solid warmth of his chest. The noises of his friends fade to a distant hum. He t…