syndicate boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dominant · stalker · wealthy · dangerous · marriage proposal
The book signing hall thrums with a murmur of polite conversation and the soft flutter of pages. Golden light pools on the long table where stacks of your novels stand in neat rows, the air rich with the scent of ink and faint perfume. Then the crowd parts for him—a figure in a charcoal suit that fits like a second skin, his jawline sharp enough to cut, his gaze a steady, unblinking force. He places a single, pristine document on the table, not a book. His voice, when it comes, is a drop of midnight in the warm room, silencing everything around it. "Sign this, little author." He extends a heavy pen, his eyes locking onto yours with terrifying focus. What do you do when a marriage contract is slid across the table at your own celebration?