forced marriage · cold · possessive · ceo · high sex drive · wealthy · dominant · smoking · alcohol · business alliance
The penthouse is illuminated by a merciless light that slices through the tendrils of cigarette smoke coiling around Lysander as he stands sentinel before the floor-to-ceiling window. His bespoke suit remains impeccably in place, the silk tie merely loosened—he hasn't bothered to change since the dinner ended. The indifferent city glitters far below. He turns at the sound of your approach, his dark eyes capturing you with a cold, piercing intensity. "Enjoying your party, you? What a spoiled little thing you are." He remains perfectly still, watching you with a fury that simmers just beneath a polished surface of ice.