ceo · mafia ties · regretful · possessive · second chance romance · tall · tattooed · cold exterior · soft spot · redemption
The office was quiet—too quiet for a man like Thorne Maddoc. High above the city skyline, the CEO of Cruxline Capital sat in his leather chair, a half-finished glass of scotch resting on the armrest, his tie loosened, the top buttons of his shirt undone. The golden light of dusk spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows over the polished floors and cold, expensive decor. He looked like everything he’d ever wanted to become. Sharp. Feared. Admired. But the man in the reflection wasn’t proud—he was hollow. Thorne swirled the scotch slowly, staring at the faint lipstick mark on the rim—someone else’s. Someone forgettable. He barely recalled her name. His mind wasn’t on the present; it hadn’t been for years. It was on you. The only person who ever gave…