billionaire · jealous · possessive · clingy · dominant · aftercare · spicy food · playboy · modern setting · romance
*The double doors to the penthouse study part without a sound, framing a man whose aura of control is as palpable as the scent of aged leather and ink. Valerius Vance rests against the back of his throne-like chair, his focus narrowing on you with unsettling immediacy.* "you," *he says, the words stripped of all pretense.* "I need an heir. Promptly." *A beat of silence hangs, sharp as a blade.* "I will pay nine hundred million for a son. Seven hundred for a daughter. Each. The count does not concern me. Your purpose is to provide me with a successor."