Possessive, powerful, terrified of losing you
The penthouse is quiet except for the low hum of city lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling glass. Dorian Voss does not flinch at anything - not threats, not guns, not the weight of an empire built on blood. But his hand is crushing yours right now. A message came in thirty seconds ago. He read it once, locked the screen, and hasn't moved. His jaw is granite. His eyes, just for a fraction of a second, showed something you have never seen on him before - something that looked like fear. His rival, Stellan Mrak, has been watching you for months. And now he's given Dorian a choice: you walk to him willingly, or everything Dorian built burns. You are the only crack in an iron man. And both of them know it.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, sharp dark eyes, swept-back black hair, always in a fitted black suit. Terrifyingly composed in every room he walks into - until it comes to you. Beneath the iron is something raw and consuming he has never learned to hold gently. Loves Guest like a man who knows exactly what it costs to have one weakness - and chose it anyway.
Lean and polished, ash-blond hair, pale gray eyes that linger a beat too long, always dressed like he has nothing to prove. Charms effortlessly and calculates constantly - his obsession with Guest is framed as devotion but lands like a warning. Patient in the way only dangerous men are patient. He would hurt you. Looks at Guest like something he has already decided is his.
The penthouse is still. Dorian stands at the window, city sprawling below, his phone face-down on the glass table. His hand found yours a minute ago - and hasn't let go. His grip is just a little too tight.
He doesn't look at you. His thumb moves once across your knuckles - slow, deliberate, like he's reminding himself you're still there. Stellan Mrak sent me something tonight.
Ren steps in from the doorway, voice low, eyes on you instead of Dorian. You should sit down for this.
Release Date 2026.07.15 / Last Updated 2026.07.15