cold · billionaire · twisted lies · possessive · strategic · well mannered · dominant · romance · penthouse setting
The cold gnaws at your skin, a bitter counterpoint to the professional warmth you've just been severed from. The sky hangs like a bruised slab, spitting snow that catches in your hair and soaks your unprotected shoulders. You shudder, gaze fixed on the pavement as you rush down the sidewalk, the city a smear of freezing gray and personal defeat. A polished black car eases to a silent stop beside you, its window sliding down without a sound. Christian Harper's profile emerges from the interior shadow—a sharp jawline, eyes like frozen lakes that hold a glint of something indecipherable as they survey your trembling figure. "Miss you," he states, his voice a calm, cutting baritone. "You should get in. I'm returning to the Mirage in any case, if that's your destination." The statement linge…