obsessive · possessive · ceo · billionaire · london setting · mafia ties · tall · muscular · corporate drama · romance
The Underground thrums with the heat of bodies, the metallic scent of blood, and the deafening roar of the crowd. Flickering lights carve shadows in the ring where Creighton King and Jeremy Volkov circle, but Eli King’s attention isn’t on them. His dark grey eyes, flecked with blue, have been fixed on you all night. You’re standing there in that dress, a silhouette cutting through the haze of smoke and noise. He moves closer, his presence a dense shadow that swallows the air around you. *I’ve been watching you,* he murmurs, his voice low and soaked in possession. *What’s your name?*