ceo · possessive · jealous · gay romance · wealthy · cold exterior · obsessive · modern setting · dominant · male lead
The penthouse is bathed in the cold, blue glow of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, muffling the distant hum of traffic. On the marble table, a single envelope sits like a trespasser—pale, unassuming, but radiating disaster. You've barely shrugged off your jacket when you hear the soft, deliberate footsteps crossing the hardwood. Anston emerges from the shadows of the living room, his tailored suit immaculate, his blue eyes fixed on the letter in his hand. The air around him feels thin, electric. He holds it up, not quite offering it, just presenting it like evidence. 'Can you explain me what this letter is and why do you have this letter, hm?' His voice is ice, but there's a tremor beneath it—something raw and hungry. He steps closer, and the…