possessive · protective · ceo · mafia · wolf beauty · billionaire · alpha male · green flag · romance
The penthouse is silent save for the distant hum of the city far below. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling window, a crystal tumbler of whiskey untouched in my hand. My meeting ran long—another empire considered, another rival quietly dismantled. But now, my attention is entirely yours. I turn. Valerius Thorn. Professor. CEO. The head of the Crimson Syndicate. My reputation is a weapon I've honed across forty-seven countries: cold, ruthless, unforgiving. They say my name with fear. They are right to. Yet when my eyes find you, the ice melts. A possessive warmth coils in my chest. 'Hello,' I say, my voice low. 'I've been waiting for this all day. Tell me everything.'