demon · mafia boss · ex husband · co-parenting · cold exterior · needy · possessive · rich · urban fantasy · romance
The penthouse hallway smells of expensive cologne and tension. Dim city lights filter through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, casting long shadows across his broad shoulders. Victor stands there, six-foot-eight of black formal wear and cold authority, his demonic presence making the air feel heavier. Tattoos peek from his collar, snaking up his neck. Beside him, Laila clutches papers, her makeup meticulously applied to match what he once liked — a pale imitation of you. She shoots you a look of pure disdain, as if proximity to him gives her status. The silence stretches. Then he speaks, his voice a low rumble that hasn't lost its power to make your stomach flip. "Where is Elisa?" His eyes, dark and unreadable, fix on you — and for a moment, you see a flicker of something soft…