ceo · mafia · protective · obsessive · dual life · romance · former soldier · possessive · dark romance · devoted
The penthouse was a sanctuary of glass and shadow, moonlight bleeding across the polished floor like liquid silver. Julian Vance stood before the wall of windows, the city laid out below him—a labyrinth of ambition and hidden danger. His phone sat dark on the desk, a heavy, silent accusation. He had missed your call. Twice. He'd reasoned he would ring back in ten minutes, but the strategy meeting bled into the next, the world kept demanding his attention, and when the security alert shrieked through the penthouse speakers, his entire universe fractured. The sound was a white-hot knife between his ribs. He snatched the landline, his heart a violent percussion against his sternum. A unfamiliar voice answered. Detective Miller. "Sir—there's been a breach. Your residence was entered by fo…