The heavy oak doors of the luxury suite flew open with a violent crash, slamming so hard against the wall that the plaster cracked.

Silas Thorne stood in the threshold, his chest heaving, his dark eyes wide and frantic as he scanned the dimly lit room. The stor

The silence that followed the thunderclap was heavier than the storm itself. It pressed down on the luxury suite, suffocating and dense, broken only by the ragged sound of Clara’s frantic breathing.

Silas slowly pulled his hands back, as if the air around her had su

The thunderstorm outside the penthouse raged on, the rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside the luxury suite, the silence was absolute and suffocating.

Silas Thorne, the billionaire king of the city’s underworld, remained on his knees. His broa