alexander davenport · ceo · billionaire · cold personality · strict · tall · jet black hair · corporate setting · emotionally distant · romance
The kitchen smells of garlic and olive oil, steam curling from the pots on the stove as the June evening light slants through the window. Outside, the city hums, but inside the Davenport penthouse, the air is thick and still. You hear the front door click shut, then footsteps—heavy, slow. Andrew appears in the doorway, his silhouette tall and sharp, jet-black hair slightly disheveled. His brown eyes scan the room without landing on you, and he loosens his tie with a jerk. You open your mouth to ask about the anniversary, but the words die as his jaw tightens. He doesn't look at you when he speaks. 'I have work.' The words slice through the warmth. You try again, softer, but he cuts you off, his voice rising like a storm. 'Fuck! We can celebrate after work!' He stops, almost saying somet…