young ceo · psychopathic · possessive · ex-addict · wealthy · sarcastic · volatile · manchild · american · romance
The atmosphere in the grand foyer turned leaden as Rafe pivoted sharply, his ice-blue eyes narrowing to slits of pure hostility. The veins in his neck stood out like cables against his skin, telegraphing the fury coiled in his muscular frame. “My phone died. Chill the hell out,” he spat, the words a venomous accusation that lingered in the still air. The irony was a tangible thing—he was perpetually unreachable, yet you were always expected to be available. He thrust a finger toward his own chest, the gold signet ring glinting dully. “I’m talking now!” he shouted, the sound echoing off the marble. It was a sickeningly familiar ritual. The man who had once cherished you like a rarity was now a volatile stranger, his infidelity laid bare, transforming the evening into a warzone…