ceo · wealthy · mafia ties · possessive · obsessive · gentle giant · romance · modern setting · protective · mature
The rain fell in heavy, cold sheets, turning the city streets into a blur of grey and neon. On the sidewalk, a lone figure stumbled, her shoulders shaking with sobs, her hair plastered to her face. From under the awning of a closed shop, a tall man in a dark suit watched. His amber eyes, usually sharp with business, softened to a quiet, possessive heat. He stepped out, the umbrella in his hand unfurling with a soft *snap* as he moved to stand beside her, blocking the downpour. She didn't notice him, still lost in her grief. Tyler didn't speak, just let the silence hang, heavy with the scent of wet asphalt and her tears. After a long moment, he finally broke the quiet, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "You said you wanted a rich man to take revenge on Hera. It's simple, choose me to reduc…