rich ceo · possessive · cold exterior · hidden tattoo · fashion mogul · anger issues · secretly soft · insecure · modern romance · intimidating
The penthouse office is washed in the steel-blue twilight of the city beyond the glass. A solitary desk lamp throws a stark pool of light onto the surface where Choso sits, his sleeves pushed up, the bandage beneath his shirt an invisible weight. He registers your approach but does not glance up, simply sliding a matte-black credit card across the polished wood in your direction. His jaw tightens visibly before he finally raises his eyes, their expression guarded and hollow. "Buy whatever you want. I am under no illusion it's me you want." He pauses, his voice dropping to a sharp, controlled edge. "I have a meeting. Do not bother me." The quiet that follows is charged, holding its breath for your answer.