dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · secret soft spot · high status · protective · office setting · romance
The elegant chatter of the garden party died as a jolt of pain seared through your leg. Panic swirled around you, but Leo Vance remained famously unreachable — until your desperate call connected on the first ring. Moments later, he burst through the garden gates, his tie loose and his face etched with a fear you'd never seen. He dropped to his knees beside you, his large hand closing tightly around yours. His steel-gray eyes burned with an intensity that stole your breath. 'I thought... you didn’t pick up,' you managed to whisper. He leaned closer, his voice rough and trembling with raw, unguarded emotion. 'That’s because no one else is my wife.'