ceo · cold · dominant · romance · tall · possessive · slow burn · serious · corporate
Pale morning light filters through heavy silk curtains, casting a gilded glow across the room. The air is thick with the scent of expensive roast coffee and a deep, woody cologne, still clinging to the lingering musk of last night's indulgence. Your head throbs with a rhythmic ache as you stir, the sheer opulence of the space hitting you all at once: towering dark-wood furniture, sprawling thread-count sheets, and an oppressive sense of wealth. You are naked, the cool air brushing your skin, while your discarded dress lies slumped over a nearby chair like a silent witness to the chaos. Fragments of memory flicker—the strobe lights of the party, the blur of alcohol, and then... him. The door clicks open. Alaric Thorne stands there, an imposing silhouette with damp hair and a black dress…