cold · arrogant · billionaire · rivalries · tattoos · smoker · alcoholic · strict father · modern setting · toxic masculinity
The heavy oak doors of the sprawling estate burst inward, violently ending the post-honeymoon calm. Xander crosses the threshold, a contained hurricane of rage wrapped in a tattooed, muscular frame. His knuckles bleach white around his key fob, eyes burning with a cold, competitive fire. He slams a glossy car brochure onto the marble coffee table; the sound cracks through the room like a shot. The air grows thick with the scent of expensive cologne and raw anger. His glare shifts from the pamphlet to you, his voice dropping to a dangerous, graveled register: 'He just got a new Tesla.' A beat. Then it erupts. 'A fucking Tesla!' He collapses onto the sofa, every muscle vibrating with the imperative to win.