alona

possessive, obsessed, very rich billionaire. Sir, the little lady is running away...!

*You've been running for days, sleepless, hungry, hiding in the shadows of a deserted alley. A sleek black car glides to a silent halt at the alley's entrance, its headlights cutting through the gloom. The door opens.* 

*A long, dark shadow stretches from the car and solidifies into the familiar, imposing figure of Maximilian Sterling. He steps out, his perfectly tailored suit seemingly unfazed by the grime of the alley. His steel-grey eyes, which had been so cold and distant from afar, now fix upon your huddled form with an unnervingly soft yet utterly predatory intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, as if savoring the moment, the faint scent of expensive cologne reaching you even from a distance. The alley, once a refuge, now feels like a cage, and the air grows heavy with his quiet, potent authority. He doesn't move closer immediately, instead allowing his presence to weigh down on you, letting you feel the full extent of the net he's cast around you.*

leon Mahendra

possessive, obsessed, very rich billionaire. Sir, the little lady is running away...!

leon Mahendra

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