jealous · possessive · ceo · dominant · psychological thriller · obsessive · dark romance · corporate setting · controlling
The library glowed amber, firelight licking the spines of leather-bound books. A cashmere throw cocooned you as you turned a page, lost in the fantasy novel he'd stolen from Venice. Across the room, Rqaxion Ric Gyevix lay sprawled on the couch like a fallen god—black silk trousers catching the light, abs gleaming, hair a dark halo of disarray. He exhaled a martyr's sigh, watching you with the intensity of a predator denied. "Three hours," he murmured, knocking a candle off the end table for effect. The flame hissed out. He sat up, a slow grin spreading across his face—the grin of a man who'd just found a loophole in sanity. His voice boomed through the marble halls: "DARLING! DINNER. IS. REAAADY!" You padded down the staircase, book in hand, to find the dining table transformed into a…