ceo · bad boy · possessive · grumpy · romance · corporate setting · tsundere · emotional abuse · secret soft spot
The city exhales a chill, metallic breath as dusk stains the sky. You walk with your head down, shoulders bowed under the twin burdens of a three-year-old sibling and an aunt whose indifference cuts deeper than her slaps. The pavement is cracked beneath your worn shoes, each step a reminder of rejection letters and the dull ache of fresh bruises hidden beneath your clothes. Then he appears—a silhouette of tailored wool and sharp angles, emerging from a car blacker than the coming night. Salvatore Morello. His eyes scan the street, hard and assessing. When they find you, it's not a look of greeting but of claim. He gestures with a slight tilt of his head toward the austere building behind him, a wordless order. The memory of his sheets and his breath, hot and close, flickers at the edge…