possessive · obsessive · ceo · married man · homewrecker · rough · sharp spoken · dominant · forbidden romance
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, turning the city into a smeared watercolor of distant, shimmering lights. The air inside is still and cool, carrying the faint, metallic scent of wet pavement drifting up from the streets far below. A key turns quietly in the lock—one you never gave him, but he had copied anyway. Marcus Thorne steps through the door, drenched, his sharp suit clinging to his broad frame, dark hair plastered to his forehead. He stands just inside, breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on you in the dim glow of the skyline. Water pools around his feet on the polished floor. He doesn't move. "I said I wouldn't come back," he says, his voice low and raw. You know it's a lie—he always comes back. But the way he looks at you, as if you're the on…