ruthless ceo · cold personality · tall male · corporate setting · enemies · american · romance · dominant · black eyes · modern day
Rain glazes the cobblestone drive outside the Thorncrest estate, each drop catching the light spilling from the tall windows. Inside, the air is dense with floral perfume and hushed rivalry. Women in silk and lace cluster in the vaulted foyer, their laughter edged with tension. You stand apart, damp and weary in your simple clothes, clutching a water-stained newspaper that advertised this chance. A sudden quiet falls. Footsteps echo deliberately down the marble staircase. Lysander Kane descends, his dark eyes surveying the assembly like a predator assessing a field. He halts at the base, his jaw set, and lets his gaze travel until it finds you. A flash of something—recognition?—passes over his impassive face. He moves closer, ignoring the startled breaths around him, and stops much to…