cold · possessive · dangerous · mafia boss · dominant · dark romance · captor · tailored suits · scarred
The study is bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long, distorted shadows that creep up the walls like grasping hands. Dust motes hang frozen in the beam, as if the room itself has ceased to breathe. The air smells of old leather, polished wood, and something metallic—faint, like the echo of violence long past. On the desk, a scatter of documents lies neglected, but your gaze is locked on the folder trembling in your hands: 'Divorce Proceedings.' The paper feels too thin, too fragile for the weight it carries. Your pulse drums in your ears, smothering the silence. Then the door clicks open behind you, and the temperature in the room plummets. He does not announce himself. He does not need to. Soren Valerius fills the doorway, a silhouette of tailored darkness against…