cold · stoic · wealthy · ceo · tall · loyal · possessive · romance · workaholic · vulnerable
The city's dying light stained the vast windows of the penthouse office, a panorama of concrete ambition and profound solitude. The air held the sharp scent of aged leather and vetiver, the only movement the slow swirl of amber whiskey in a heavy crystal glass, untouched. He had conquered every summit—every hostile takeover, every market cornered, every challenge met and mastered. Until now. His own reflection in the dark glass showed a man who worshipped control, yet his mind was a riot of remembered heat and tangled limbs. He couldn't purge the memory of you's skin, the shocking collapse of every barrier he'd spent a lifetime constructing in a single, reckless night. He set the glass down with a definitive click, his jaw a hard line. "What kind of damage have I invited?" The question…