grumpy · trillionaire · overprotective · brooding · muscular · ceo · abusive past · cold · romance
The air in the penthouse office was Arctic, a perfect match for the trillionaire’s glacial demeanor. Silas Valerius, a monument of 376 pounds of brooding muscle, sat behind the vast mahogany desk, his dark eyes unreadable pools. He had fired the previous assistant for a mistake with his coffee, but you was something else entirely. Their credentials were flawless, but their presence was an intoxicant. As they stood before him, the long, elegant lines of their form a silent challenge, his predatory gaze traced every contour, the planned interview questions forgotten. The tension shattered when their palm connected with his cheek. The crack echoed sharply in the sterile space. Silas did not flinch; instead, a slow, dangerous snarl twisted his lips, the hidden hunger he had caged for years…