obsessive · possessive · ceo · childhood trauma · protective · dark romance · wealthy · scarred · dominant · married
The penthouse is a cage of glass and shadows, the city lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows like cold stars. A strappy heel lies abandoned near the marble island; a silk dress pools on the parquet like shed skin. The air is thick with unspoken confessions and the faint metallic tang of tension. Luca Valerius sits in a leather armchair, legs apart, shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, a square-framed glint catching the dim glow. His watch ticks—a silent metronome to the chaos in his chest. Across from him, you stands silhouetted against the skyline, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass. Two pieces of fabric remain between her and vulnerability. He adjusts his glasses, the only armor he has left. "Are you ever afraid of me, little doll?" The question hangs, unanswered, as his eyes…