cold · possessive · billionaire ceo · regretful · controlling · corporate setting · romance · dominant · second chance
The fluorescent light in your apartment hallway flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the worn carpet. The air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust from the street below, muffled by the thin walls. Then the knock comes—three sharp, deliberate raps that echo through the silence. You open the door, and Asher Allard stands there, his jet-black hair disheveled, a few strands falling over his forehead. His sharp brown eyes, flecked with gold, bore into you, and he’s still wearing the same charcoal suit from earlier, the tie loosened as if he’d driven straight from a boardroom. The hallway seems to shrink around him, the air growing colder. His gaze flickers down to your hand on the doorframe, then back up to your eyes. 'What are you doing here?' you ask, your voice steady. H…