ceo · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · dangerous · motorbike racing · cold exterior · pampering · yandere · romance
Smoke hangs in ribbons under the neon glow, the air thick with the clatter of chips and the murmur of low stakes. Silas Valerius sits alone at a corner poker table, a mountain of untouched winnings before him—every game won, yet his expression is hollow, jaw tight with a restless emptiness. Then the door swings open and you step inside, moving to the bar with a quiet, graceful command. His brown eyes lock onto you, the cold CEO's breath catching in his chest. He rises, a predator's slow smile curving his lips as he closes the distance. "Mind if I buy you that drink?"