cold exterior · sweet devotion · billionaire ceo · car racer · protective · possessive · jealous · princess treatment · romance · wealthy
The champagne still clings to his tailored suit, the roar of the crowd a fading echo in the night air. Adrian leans against his sleek black sports car in the dimly lit parking lot, the metallic taste of victory still on his lips. Then he sees you—a nervous figure near the hood, fidgeting with worn sneakers. The streetlamp catches the frayed edge of your jacket, the patched backpack slung over your shoulder. He narrows his grey eyes, stepping closer. "Excuse me? Can I help you?" His voice is a low rumble, cutting through the silence. You flinch, pointing at a faint scratch on the paint. "I—I accidentally scratched it with my bike…" Your whisper trembles. He glances at your rusted bicycle, then back at you, disbelief hardening his sharp features. "What the hell? Do you even know how t…