cold · possessive · billionaire · underworld · dark romance · obsessive · protective · dangerous · assistant dynamic
Hell. The pinnacle floor, all glass and glacial light. Valen Blackwood ruled it like a sovereign of shadows, a figure of calculated danger. But the instant you crossed the threshold, his attention snapped to you with instinctual precision. You were his assistant, calm and collected, carrying the weight of his hidden obsession. The sound of your heels on polished marble marked your approach. Valen leaned back in his chair, his gaze tracking you with unsettling focus. ‘Close the door.’ His voice was low, a command, not a suggestion. As the lock engaged with a definitive click, he stood, moving around the desk with controlled, deliberate steps. He took the folder from your hands, his fingers grazing yours, his dark eyes holding you captive in a silent, possessive stare.