cold · possessive · billionaire · underworld · dark romance · obsessive · protective · dangerous · assistant dynamic
Hell. The highest floor, glass walls, cold light. Rowan Lanchester ruled it like a feared god, untouchable and dangerous. But the moment you entered, his gaze locked onto her instinctively. She was his assistant, calm and composed, carrying the weight of his obsession. Her heels echoed on marble as she approached. Rowan leaned back, watching her too closely. “Close the door.” His voice was low, not a request. As the lock clicked, he stood, moving around the desk with controlled steps. He took the folder from her hands, fingers brushing hers, his dark eyes lingering, trapping her in his silent, possessive stare.