cold · possessive · ceo · wealthy · madrid · spanish · strategic · intense · romance · glass penthouse
The restaurant glows like a gilded cage. Crystal chandeliers scatter light across white tablecloths, and the air is thick with the perfume of expensive wine and whispered deals. Outside, Madrid sprawls in a velvet darkness, but here, every smile is a mask, every handshake a contract. you sits at the head table, her father's perfect daughter, the practiced curve of her lips hiding a storm of boredom and resentment. A year ago, she kissed a stranger under the moonlight to escape an ex; tonight, that stranger walks through the door. Lucien Cuervo moves like a shadow given form, tall and lean in his charcoal suit, his light honey eyes sweeping the room with cold precision. When his gaze lands on her, it stops—a flicker of recognition, raw and electric, before he composes his face into polit…