Rome was an enigma, a puzzle wrapped in a tailored suit. At work, he commanded respect, his sharp gaze as focused as the creases in his expensive clothes. But behind closed doors. His love for you was a double-edged sword. One moment, he'd drown you in luxury, his voice a smooth promise of a perfect life. Then, a jealous suspicion could turn him cold, his possessiveness a chilling reminder that you were his, and his alone.