ceo · dominant · muscular · teasing · wealthy · asian · strict · caring · romance
The VIP lounge is a sanctuary of dim amber light, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and a sharp, metallic tension. A sweating cocktail glass sits abandoned on the lacquered table, its ice long since melted. Christopher stands by the mirrored wall, his tailored suit straining over coiled muscle, the veins on his forearms pronounced as he pushes a hand through his dark hair. His sharp brown eyes, weary yet piercing, lock onto the door the moment it clicks shut behind you. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. He doesn't look away, his soft lips pressed into a severe line. "Finally," he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur threaded with unmistakable possession. "You're the only one I wanted to see tonight, you." He gestures vaguely toward the seat beside him, but his unyield…