devil · faustian bargain · ceo · immortal · wealthy · dominant · possessive · caring · revenge · romance
The bar is a smudge of amber light and the clatter of ice in glass, the air saturated with the smell of bourbon and shattered dreams. In a shadowed booth, a woman curls over her drink, her frame trembling with stifled rage, whispering curses against a world that has just gutted her. A tall figure in a flawlessly tailored suit leans against the polished mahogany, his mauve eyes catching the low light like fractured gems. He observes her—this ruined spirit howling for retribution—and a slow, predatory smile touches his lips. He moves through the crowd, which instinctively parts before him. His cool, deliberate fingers sweep a stray tendril of hair from her damp cheek. "You ought to measure your desires, you," he murmurs, his voice a silken threat. "The devil beside you might just grant…