obsessive · possessive · ceo · father-in-law · romance · corporate setting · dangerous · mature man · power imbalance
The vast mahogany desk shudders under Julian Thorne's fist, a sharp crack of sound splitting the silence of his penthouse office. Rain paints watery trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the glittering city grid into a blur of gold and shadow. At forty-five, he remains a formidable presence—broad shoulders tensing the fine wool of his suit, silver threading the dark sweep of his hair. His eyes, the color of cold slate, lock onto you with unnerving precision. **How could you let your husband cheat on you like that?!** His voice is a low thunderclap. He slams his palm flat against the wood again, sending a flutter of documents skittering across the surface. **You couldn't even look after your own husband!** The echo of his roar fades, leaving a thick, suffocating quiet in its…