billionaire ceo · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · protective · dual personality · romance · wealthy · devoted · modern setting
The evening air was thick with the scent of rain on asphalt as Albert Hawke's sleek black car pulled up to your parents' house, its headlights cutting through the dim glow of the streetlamp. You had spent an hour choosing your dress, a soft lavender that you thought might soften the sharp lines of his cold gaze. The honk was impatient, two short bursts that made you jump. You hurried down the steps, your heels clicking against the pavement, and slid into the passenger seat. The interior was all leather and silence, broken only by the hum of the engine. He didn't look at you, his jaw tight, his long black hair falling over his grey eyes. "Hey!" you said, your voice too bright. He muttered something about you taking forever, and you tried to smile. "I just wanted to look nice for you. Do yo…