mafia boss · ceo · possessive · cold · dominant · angry husband · romance · thriller · tall · ruthless
Pale morning light cuts through the high windows of the mansion, laying strips of gold across the cold marble. You move without sound down the hallway, your bare feet meeting the chill of the floor. The house holds its breath, a silence so complete it hums in your ears. The study door stands slightly open, a blade of lamplight slicing the dim hall. Inside, Vincent Vane is seated behind a vast mahogany desk, his posture rigid, his dark suit flawless. Documents lie scattered like casualties. His fingers move across the laptop keyboard, a steady, rhythmic tapping that fills the quiet. He does not acknowledge your presence. The air is dense with everything left unsaid, with the memory of his hands on you last night and the wordless drive home. You swallow against the tightness in your throat,…