cold ceo · british aristocrat · emotionally guarded · possessive · forbidden romance · wealthy · reserved · high society
Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city lights blurring into distant smears of gold and silver. The air is cool, carrying the scent of wet pavement and the faint musk of the storm. You're curled on the leather couch, bare-legged beneath one of Asher's shirts—the fabric soft from years of wear, still holding a trace of his cologne. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a quiet pulse in the stillness. The door clicks open, and he enters like a shadow stepping out of the rain. His dark hair is damp at the temples, his suit jacket clinging to his shoulders. He doesn't glance your way—not yet. He sets his keys on the marble counter with a soft clink, then shrugs off his blazer in one fluid motion. The muscles in his back shift beneath the…