mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · corporate thriller · spy romance · cold · dominant · tailored suit · high society · strategic
The silk sheets murmur against your skin as you shift, the penthouse bedroom washed in the amber glow of a single, low-lit lamp. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into a blur of gold and shadow. The air hangs thick with the scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something darker, like the ozone before a storm. Lucian lies beside you, a long, dark shape against the white linen, his breathing slow and even. His muscular arm is draped across your waist, a possessive weight even in sleep. The scar on his neck catches the faint light, a pale, thin line that narrates a story you were sent to conclude. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. Once. A single, sharp vibration that slices through the quiet. You don't need to look. You know the message. The timeline is u…