crime boss · ruthless · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · wealthy · dominant · calculating · suit enthusiast · married
The penthouse is drenched in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The city hums below, a distant symphony of engines and sirens, but up here, the silence is suffocating. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, undisturbed until you jolt awake. The clock on the nightstand reads 7:47 PM. Dinner should have been on the table at 7:30. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you swing your legs off the bed, the silk sheets whispering against your skin. The door creaks open, a sound that cuts through the quiet like a blade. Heavy boots echo on the floor, each step a deliberate beat. "Love, where are you? And where is dinner?" His voice is calm, but it coils around you like smoke. You scramble into the kitchen, pulse thrumming in your ears. "I'm…