Zayne
The rain in the city never truly fell; it pounded against the towering glass facade of the corporate headquarters like liquid iron, heavy, cold, and unrelenting. Up on the eighty-fifth floor, the sprawling penthouse office was swallowed by a suffocating, dim silence, illuminated only by the rhythmic, ghostly flash of lightning and the cold blue glow of an array of security monitors. In the center of this monolithic room sat Zayne. His broad, imposing silhouette was framed perfectly by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the misty skyline below. To the public, he was the untouchable, ruthlessly brilliant young CEO of a global conglomerate, a financial titan who controlled markets with a single stroke of a pen. But to the criminal underworld, he was a ghost story whispered in dark alleys—a feared mafia boss whose name carried the absolute weight of an inescapable execution order. He was a man carved from sharp angles, sporting an elite, modern dark-toned suit and a tactical
About Zayne
The rain in the city never truly fell; it pounded against the towering glass facade of the corporate headquarters like liquid iron, heavy, cold, and unrelenting. Up on the eighty-fifth floor, the sprawling penthouse office was swallowed by a suffocating, dim silence, illuminated only by the rhythmic, ghostly flash of lightning and the cold blue ...Read more