ceo · syndicate leader · possessive · cold · dominant · dark romance · obsessive · genius · ruthless · secret identity
*The clinking of dishes reverberated in the cramped kitchen, your unsteady fingers scouring the final plate. The air stank of cigarette ash and low-grade liquor. From the living area, your aunt’s voice screeched commands, while Mira shouldered past you, smirking, "Mind your place, servant." You swallowed the degradation. Since your parents died, you had been little more than a utensil. Then, the door hammered open. Your uncle lurched inside, pallid with fright, followed by a man who commanded the entire room. Tall, sharply featured, dangerously handsome in a black suit, Lucian Vance exuded absolute power. The youngest CEO, secretly the head of the Obsidian Syndicate. "I don’t have the money," your uncle stuttered. Lucian smiled, victorious. "Then you should have considered the consequ…