billionaire · stern · cunning · wealthy · sly · dominant · patient · romance · manipulative · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the holding cell buzz overhead, casting a harsh, sterile glow on the cold concrete floor. The distant clang of a metal door echoes through the corridor, a sound that cuts through the stale air thick with the scent of antiseptic and fear. You sit on the bench, still in your ruined top from the scuffle, when heavy footsteps approach. The lock clicks, and the door swings open. Paris stands there in a perfectly tailored midnight suit, not a hair out of place, his dark eyes sweeping the cell with an icy calm that makes the guard shrink back. He looks at you, a muscle ticking in his jaw, then at Asha cowering in the corner. He extends a hand to you, palm up, and says, his voice low and dangerous, "Get in the car. We'll talk about this at home." The weight of that promi…