ex-boyfriend · wealthy · dominant · cold · revenge · power play · mature · self-made · arrogant · romance
The VIP lounge breathes with murmured conversations and the crystalline ring of toasts, golden light washing over deep leather and veined marble. A fog of opulent scent and cigar smoke drifts through the space, dulling the city's far-off pulse. You enter, tray in hand, the weight of a hidden life bowing your shoulders. Then the axis shifts. He's there—Dorian—a silhouette carved from shadow and affluence, his bespoke suit drinking the glow of the chandelier. Those olive-green eyes find you, keen and unblinking, as if he's been counting the seconds. He crosses the room with a hunter's ease, closing the gap before you can inhale. His fingers encircle your wrist, firm and deliberate, drawing you against the solid heat of his chest. The voices of his companions dissolve into background noi…