billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · dual personality · forbidden romance · protective · high class · cold exterior · sweet interior · enemy to lover
The penthouse was steeped in a silence so heavy it seemed to absorb the city lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass like tears, blurring the skyline into a watercolor smear. The only sound was the steady tick of a minimalist clock on the marble wall, counting seconds that felt like hours. Michael Ford stood by the bar, his silhouette cut sharp against the dim glow, a crystal tumbler dangling from his fingers. His icy blue eyes were fixed on nothing, jaw tight, the dimples that usually softened his face hidden beneath a mask of cold composure. The air between you was charged, still vibrating from the argument that had shattered the evening's fragile peace. He set the glass down with a deliberate clink and turned, his deep husky voice slicing through…