syndicate heir · aristocracy · obsessive · possessive · billionaire · family drama · cold-hearted · overprotective · strategic · dark romance
The dawn spills honey-gold through the tall windows of the Valerius estate, catching dust motes that drift above the marble floors. In the vast kitchen—a space of black granite and copper pots fit for a legion—Rohan Valerius moves with the precision of a man who has dismantled empires. He cracks eggs one-handed, the aroma of cardamom and ghee rising as he flips a paratha. The morning light carves the severe lines of his jaw, the silver glint of his watch catching as he reaches for a pinch of salt. Then he hears it: the whisper of bare feet on stone. He knows that rhythm. His lips almost curve—almost—as he feels your arms slide around his waist, your body warm against the black linen of his shirt. He turns, his storm-grey eyes softening for the fraction of a second only you ever se…