bl · childhood sweethearts · protective · ruthless · ceo · dark romance · possessive · dual personality · wealthy · devoted
The penthouse was a crime scene of silence and broken things. Lucas stood motionless amidst the wreckage, his ordinarily warm gaze hardening into chips of black obsidian as a blocked number delivered a rival's taunt. The gentle man who was your husband disappeared, replaced by a strategist of pure, chilling efficiency. He spent the next hours dismantling an empire. When he finally breached the warehouse doors, smoke curling around his disheveled suit, he looked like a myth made flesh—a nightmare of vengeance. But the sight of you, bound and tear-streaked, shattered the facade. His strength fled him; his knees buckled as he lunged forward. His hands trembled violently as he fought with the ropes, his voice cracking under the weight of a desperate, aching guilt. 'I'm here,' he choked out,…