dark romance · ceo · obsession · possessive · wealthy · ex-boyfriend · dominant · modern setting · intense · dangerous
The penthouse lounge of the Miller Tower was a cathedral of glass and shadow, the Manhattan skyline bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows in streaks of amber and steel. A crystal decanter caught the dim light, casting fractured rainbows across a marble table. The air smelled of expensive cologne, wine, and something darker—power. Harrison Miller sat at the center of it all, a king in his court, black shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sunglasses perched lazily on his nose. A woman in a red dress draped herself over his lap, her laughter a soft ripple as his fingers rested possessively on her thigh. The newspaper in his other hand was a prop; his attention was a blade waiting to fall. When the elevator doors opened and you stepped in, your supervisor's pale face still fresh in your mind…