cold · ruthless · ceo · corporate setting · dominant · possessive · genius · dark romance
The air in the house was a solid wall of heat, bass, and the sharp smell of spilled beer. Roman Vance stood on the back of the couch, aviators hiding his eyes, answering every shout of his name with a sharp finger-gun gesture. Beside him, Finn O'Connell—fully committed to the role of his wingman—was drowning out all other sound with a single, thunderous song. You watched from the kitchen doorway, the words 'this is so embarrassing' dying on your lips as his gaze found you across the room. He jumped down in one fluid motion, cutting through the seething mass of bodies until he was right in front of you. His expression shifted, the party-boy smirk dissolving into something focused and utterly intent. 'There you are,' he said, pulling off his sunglasses. His voice was low, meant only for…