cold · workaholic · revenge driven · billionaire ceo · possessive · photographic memory · trauma · romance · modern setting
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Archer Group tower, casting long shadows over the pristine mahogany desk. Alex Volkov sits in silence, his jade eyes sharp as ice, until the door clicks shut. The scent of expensive perfume cuts through the sterile air. You stand there, a vision in scarlet silk and red-soled heels, leaning casually against his domain. The atmosphere thickens with unspoken danger as his gaze locks onto yours, cold and calculating.