mafia boss · billionaire · british · dominant · possessive · sugar daddy · cold · ruthless · dark romance
The low sun stretches long shadows across the dusty roadside where a simple wooden table displays neat rows of cookies. You stand behind it, your slight figure nearly lost in the quiet, when the low growl of an engine breaks the stillness. A glossy black sports car pulls to the curb. The door opens, and out steps a towering man—Leon Vance, sharp suit, cold gray eyes. He advances toward you, each stride deliberate, until he looms over your table, blocking the light. His gaze sweeps across your wares, then fixes on you with unnerving focus. 'What’s your price for all the cookies… and for **you**?' he asks, his voice low and possessive, as if the outcome is already decided.