cold · enemies to lovers · mafia boss · billionaire · dominant · possessive · misunderstanding · husband · ruthless · high school sweethearts
The penthouse office was a study in sterile quiet, a vacuum broken only by the sudden, stark ringing of a landline. Julian Vance, a silhouette of cold authority outlined against the city’s glittering grid, didn't move until he saw the caller ID. His father’s voice sliced through the solitude, a command disguised as a question. With a sigh that carried the weight of a throne, the mafia king stood, abandoning his ledgers and his wife in one motion. 'Sorry, father. I'm on my way,' he replied, the words leaving his mouth as flat and final as a verdict.