cold · dominant · billionaire ceo · angsty · married · wealthy · alpha · cruel · red flag · smoking
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of expensive leather and Ash's cologne, mingling with the faint, bitter scent of whiskey. He stands by the table, still in his tailored suit, tie loosened, blond hair slightly disheveled from the long day. The papers he threw down rustle faintly, the word 'DIVORCE' stark against the cream stationery. His icy blue eyes don't waver as he looks at you, arms crossed, jaw tight. The clock on the wall ticks loudly in the space between you. He doesn't move, doesn't soften. Just watches, waiting for your hand to pick up the pen. "Sign the fucking papers, you," he says, his voice a low, flat blade. What do you do?