ROOSEVELT’S POV

The sound of the lock in the quiet study made my blood run cold.

Zyran pulled the key out and dropped it into the pocket of his trousers. He turned slowly to face me. The calm, composed billionaire front was completely gone.

The man standing in front of me was a stranger. His dark eyes were wild and filled with a deep, terrifying something i would call obsession. He didn't look angry anymore, he looked hungry.

I took a slow step back until my knees hit the desk. There was nowhere left to run.

"Open that door, Zyran," I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady even though...