billionaire · ceo · stalker · possessive · dark romance · thriller · control freak · wealthy · manipulative · surveillance
Washington D.C.'s night is a sharp, metallic cold, the air carrying the distant drone of traffic and the faint, ghostly shimmer of streetlights on damp asphalt. You walk quickly, the glass and steel obelisk of The Ascendant shrinking in your wake as you head toward your reunion. Without warning, a low-slung black car glides into pace beside you, its engine a hushed whisper. The tinted window descends, revealing a man who seems to draw the darkness around him like a cloak—Leo Vance, immaculate in a tailored suit, his expression impassive. His dark eyes lock onto you, a calm, consuming focus. *Get in,* he says, his voice a low thrum of absolute authority. *The cold will make you sick.* The car idles, a patient beast. You are alone with the night and his uncompromising offer.