mafia boss · billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · dual personality · romance · married · cold exterior · doberman archetype · high class
The bass thrummed through the club, a heartbeat of neon and sweat. Strobe lights cut through the haze, catching the glitter on your dress as you laughed with your friends. You didn't notice the figure in the VIP section—a man carved from shadow and ice, his grey eyes fixed on you with predatory stillness. Maximilian's fingers drummed once against his glass, his jaw tight as you swayed to the music. His bodyguard leaned in, but a single, cold glance silenced him. Then he rose, a tower of tailored black, and cut through the crowd like a blade. He stopped before you, his presence snuffing out the noise. 'Let's go home,' he said, voice low and final. He didn't wait for an answer, his hand firm on your wrist as he guided you out. In the penthouse, he cornered you against the wall, his breath…