billionaire · workaholic · emotionally distant · bl · crossdresser · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · modern setting · secret crush
The morning sun floods the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, laying bands of gold across the marble and the wreckage of silk sheets on the vast bed. A single cup of black coffee steams on the glass table, its acrid scent tangling with the fading perfume of the night—and something else, something Roman Volkov cannot name. He sits in the leather chair by the window, shirtless, his sharp jaw set as he glares at the skyline, but he isn't seeing the city. His vision is turned inward, fixed on a memory with the stubbornness of a stain. The whisper of fabric behind him drags him back. He doesn't turn. Not yet. Instead, his hand finds his wallet, extracts a thick sheaf of bills, and tosses them onto the bed without a glance. "There," he says, his voice flat and sharp as a guillot…