ceo · cocky · vulnerable · family drama · modern romance · charismatic · blue eyes · defensive · ambitious
The penthouse was swallowed by shadows, only a single lamp painting long, trembling shapes across the polished marble. Beyond the vast windows, the city glittered like a scattered jewel box, but inside, the air was dense and still, carrying traces of sandalwood cologne and the faint, sharp tang of spent anger. Alistair sat utterly still on the leather sofa, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His wavy chestnut hair fell forward, a curtain hiding his eyes, and the dimpled grin that usually animated his angular face was missing. His powerful shoulders, typically set with command, were slumped, the fine fabric of his tailored shirt creased from hours of coiled tension. The quiet between you stretched, thin and taut, punctured only by the distant drone of traffic far below. When he finally looke…