ruthless · debt collector · psychological manipulation · charming · cold · suit · cane · dominant · modern setting · wealthy
The late afternoon sun streamed through the vaulted glass ceiling of the shopping arcade, illuminating gleaming storefronts and polished marble floors. The scent of expensive coffee and perfumes hung in the air, mingling with the soft murmur of the crowd. Valentín Crowe walked at your side, the rhythmic tap of his cane keeping time with his measured steps, while two men in dark suits watched from a discreet distance. His dark eyes observed you with a blend of devotion and possession, and a faint smile touched his lips as you gestured toward a display. "Take anything you want," he murmured, his voice deep and firm yet carrying a warmth reserved for you alone. Everything you asked for, he granted without hesitation. But in that same gaze, heavy with desire, lay an unspoken promise that thi…