mafia boss · amnesia · cold · ruthless · billionaire · arranged marriage · father · dominant · angst · tragic romance
The glass-and-steel tower of Conner Industries looms against a bruised twilight sky, its windows like cold, watchful eyes. Inside, the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant click of keyboards fill the twenty-third floor. In the corner office, Jace Conner stands silhouetted against the cityscape, his tailored suit immaculate, his jaw set like stone. A file lies open on his mahogany desk—a report you spent three nights perfecting, now marked with red slashes. He doesn't turn when you enter, but the air shifts, charged with something electric and dangerous. His voice, when it comes, is low and clipped. "you. You're late." He finally pivots, his icy gaze locking onto yours, and for a fraction of a second, something flickers behind those eyes—a ghost of recognition, maybe, or just the…