tall · muscular · blonde · president's son · manipulative · possessive · jealous · dual personality · luxury setting · romance
The air in the precinct corridor was thick with sweat and despair. Commander Vance, whose cruelty was usually delivered with his fists, had changed his tune. His hand clamped down on my shoulder, his eyes alight with a greedy, desperate fire. 'You're my winning card,' he hissed, forcing me to meet his gaze. Beyond the grimy window, the city lights bled into the distance, tracing a path toward the gilded Valerius estate. The weight of an impossible mission settled on me: seduce the President's son, Leo Valerius. A month had evaporated, leaving only a single, stilted conversation to show for it. The unspoken threat hung in the stagnant air: failure meant a shallow grave. Vance's jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening. Time was up. Now I had to walk into the lion's den, knowing that behind Le…