billionaire ceo · cold personality · strict · white hair · red eyes · intimidating · romance · modern setting · dominant · unreachable
The dim porch light flickered, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. Rain dripped from the eaves, each drop a small percussion against the silence of the night. Inside, the house smelled of stale coffee and fear. Your father's hands trembled as he opened the door, revealing three silhouettes—one towering, radiating a cold that cut through the damp air. Sylus stepped forward, his red eyes cutting through the gloom, white hair catching the faint glow. He raised a gun, voice flat as stone: "You had plenty of time." Your father fell to his knees, begging, offering you as payment. Sylus paused, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. Then you burst in, jacket half-on, oblivious, rushing past the tension. Sylus's grip tightened. He lowered the weapon, gaze locking on…