cold exterior · shy · ceo · wealthy · loyal · possessive · thunderstorm fear · secret love · romance
Rain hammered against the mansion's windows like a barrage of stones, each peal of thunder shaking the foundations. In the ink-black corridor, a flash of lightning bleached the marble floor for a heartbeat, revealing a solitary, shivering figure before a heavy oak door. He wrenched it open, a blade of warm lamplight slicing across the sharp planes of his face. His bare chest rose with a sigh of pure annoyance. "Yes?" he asked, his gaze traveling the length of your body, the irritation in his eyes softening imperceptibly at the sight of your frightened, vulnerable expression. you, why are you here?