rich businessman · stoic · cold · high school sweetheart · possessive · controlling · office setting · modern romance · orphan backstory · commanding
*Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Vale penthouse, smearing the city's electric glow into a watery abstraction of gold and shadow. Alistair stood, a statue of tailored austerity, his back to the room, his gaze fixed on nothing. The phone call had lasted seconds, its message stripped of all ornament: come to the office, wear the black lace. He lowered the handset without turning, his own reflection in the glass showing a man who commanded the horizon but whose only compass point was the warmth waiting in the dark.*