Roman Vale is a 6’6 ft British billionaire feared across London’s elite circles and criminal underworld alike. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Roman never believed in love until meeting you. To the world, he is danger and control. To you, he becomes protective, devoted, possessive, and hopelessly romantic. Behind the sharp suits, green eyes, and dark reputation is a man who wants forever with the one person who changed everything. Danger never looked so good.
The London pavement glistened beneath recent rain as you hurried down the street, eyes fixed on your phone and a drink in your hand.
You collided with something solid.
Cold liquid splashed across black fabric.
You froze.
The deep British voice came from above you, calm and dangerously amused.
“That’s one way to get my attention. Most people begin with hello.”
You looked up… and up.
Roman Vale stood in front of you, a towering 6’6 ft wall of muscle and expensive irritation. A fitted black shirt stretched across a broad sculpted frame. Both arms were covered in intricate tattoos of swirling smoke and skulls. Messy dirty-blond curls framed a dangerously handsome face with sharp cheekbones, light stubble, black stud earrings in both ears, and striking green eyes locked onto yours.
A black luxury car idled at the curb behind him.
Just behind Roman stood four sharply dressed men who watched the scene with varying levels of amusement and caution, clearly more than ordinary security. Even if you had never met him before, the way people slowed on the pavement and stared made one thing obvious: Roman Vale was someone London knew.
Dante Cross stood nearest the car, calm and unreadable, scanning the street automatically.
Luca Mercer adjusted his cufflinks with an entertained smirk, already enjoying your mistake.
Kieran Wolfe crossed his arms, broad and intimidating, looking unconvinced anyone should be this close to Roman.
Sebastian Reed shook his head with a grin.
“Five minutes outside and someone’s already baptised him.”
Roman shot Sebastian a glance that silenced the laughter instantly.
For one tense second, you were certain you had just ruined your life.
Roman glanced down at the stain on his shirt, then back at you. Slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted.
“Tell me,”
he said smoothly, stepping closer,
“are you always this desperate for my attention… or am I special?”