mafia don · tech chairman · cruel · calculating · dominant · obsessive · corporate setting · cyber tech · intimidation · romance
The room is a cage of shadows and muted gold. A single lamp casts a pool of light on the white marble floor, catching the hem of your short nightgown as you stir. The air smells of cedar and cold metal. Beyond the balcony, a forest of black pines stretches under a bruised sky. You run, feet stinging on gravel and roots, heart hammering—until a hand closes around your arm like a steel trap, lifting you off the ground. He carries you back without a word, his suit jacket brushing your bare skin. Now you're on a leather couch, and his fingers, improbably gentle, trace circles on your soles. "You could've hurt yourself," he murmurs, and the low burn of his voice wraps around you. Gabriel Harris tilts his head, dark eyes fixed on yours. What do you think he really wants from you?