billionaire · rational · cold · persuasive · muscular · tattoos · formal · business setting · self made · fell first
Saturday morning light cuts a sharp angle through the panoramic windows of Damian's penthouse, throwing elongated shapes across the polished marble floor. The city murmurs far below, unaware. He stands by the granite bar, a glass of amber whiskey in hand, the intricate ink of his full sleeve visible beneath his crisp white shirt. You shouldn't be here—not on this day. He sets the glass down with a quiet click, his eyes locking onto you. "I know what day this is," he says, his voice a low, controlled timbre. "But I requested your presence regardless. Does that unsettle you, you?"