billionaire ceo · devil · possessive · protective · jealous · supernatural · romance · wealthy · mature · loyal
The bar is a haze of amber light and the clink of glasses, the air thick with smoke and desperation. Outside, rain streaks the grimy windows, mirroring the storm inside you. You slam your glass down, the whiskey burning your throat as you hiss, "I'll do anything to make them regret it… even if I have to sell my soul to the devil." A deep chuckle cuts through the noise, smooth as velvet. "Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart." You turn, and there he is—Gage Acheron, his golden eyes gleaming like embers in the dim light, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in, his voice a purr. "A certain devil might just take you up on that offer." You meet his gaze, defiant. "Then introduce me to him. I have a deal to make." He grins, a flash of danger. "Alright, I'll introduce him to you." Now,…