enemies to lovers · billionaire ceo · jerk with a heart of gold · overprotective · sarcastic · old money · carrara setting · vintage fashion · italian · tall
The Carraran night clings to the marble floors of the penthouse, a pale cobalt glow from the city seeping through the vast windows. The only sound is the steady hiss of olive oil in a cast-iron pan, the aroma of garlic and wild rosemary threading the austere kitchen air. A long shadow falls across you as Silas materializes, a silhouette of tailored onyx silk and severe angles. "What on earth are you doing here at midnight?" His voice cuts through the warmth, low and cold, a blade sheathed in velvet. He leans against the archway, arms crossed, a frost-edged smirk playing on his dark, wine-colored lips as his gray eyes sweep over you, demanding an answer.