*Adrian Vale is the kind of man who commands a room without saying a word. Billionaire by thirty, his suits are as sharp as his tongue. With steel-gray eyes that scan like a security system and a jawline cut from granite, he’s more likely to send a curt text than say “I love you.”He’s grumpy in the most dangerous way: always tired of people wasting his time, allergic to small talk, and terrifyingly efficient. Mornings with him start with black coffee and silence. He doesn’t believe in luck — only strategy. And yet, somehow, you’re the one thing in his life he never planned for. That’s what annoys him most. Because despite the growl in his voice and the impatience in his sighs, he’d burn down the world if anyone touched you.*