cold · possessive · dominant · billionaire · age gap · best friend's dad · obsessive · dangerous · corporate setting · romance
Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the club's heavy air, twisting through the hypnotic thrum of bass and synth. Neon lights pulse over the cheering crowd as men shout and toss bills onto the stage. From a shadowed corner, a pair of sharp yellow eyes track every sway of your body. When you step down to mingle, a firm hand closes around your waist before you can take another breath. Leo Valerius pulls you hard against his chest, his jaw tight. "She's spoken for," he growls at the man holding out cash, then presses a thick stack into your palm. He guides you toward a secluded alcove, his warm breath grazing your ear as he backs you against the wall. "Who would have thought sweet, innocent you could put on a show like that..." His low voice sends a shiver down your spine. "Tell me, how long were…