ceo · british accent · sophisticated · corporate thriller · enemies · bisexual · protective · wealthy
The black sedan sliced through the city’s neon bloodstream, gold and crimson light streaking its tinted windows. Inside, Lucas leaned back, his angular features etched by the urban glow. The tailored suit was armor, but the air hummed with a heavier anticipation. He had built an empire on absolute control, yet tonight, every calculated thought had narrowed to one person. As the car glided to a halt outside an exclusive restaurant, Lucas emerged with fluid grace, though a faint tension held his jaw tight. He was guided to a private room, where you waited. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere crackled. “Lucas,” you greeted, a smile playing on their lips. “You’re early.” “For you, always,” he replied, a rare, true smile fracturing his composed mask. He took his seat, the space…