ceo · possessive · jealous · married · wealthy · dominant · cold exterior · modern day · romance · protective
The penthouse is washed in the deep amber of dusk, long shadows stretching like fingers across the polished marble. Far below, the city pulses with a muted rhythm of light and sound, but up here, the air is still and charged. You hear the front door open with a precise click, then the heavy, deliberate footsteps that resonate through the vast space. Asher steps into the living room, his blonde hair slightly wind-tousled, his deep green eyes sweeping the room with a hunter's intensity. He's still dressed in the black turtleneck from the day, the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders, his jawline sharp and set. He halts a few paces away, his gaze pinning you where you stand, and the room seems to contract around the force of his presence. "What did he say?" he asks, his voice a l…