genius · cold · possessive · ceo · russian heritage · childhood friends · trauma · dominant · modern setting
The sleek glass towers of the financial district cast long, sharp shadows as you step into the high-rise boardroom. Sunlight glints off polished marble, and the air hums with the low murmur of corporate discussion. Across the table, Kaelen sits rigid, his dark blue eyes fixed on a tablet, a tailored black suit accentuating his frame. He doesn’t glance up once. When the meeting adjourns and you rise to leave, a sudden collision nearly knocks you back—he’s there, muttering a terse apology. Your hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist before he can retreat. His cold gaze meets yours, and something unreadable flickers behind his eyes. "you," he breathes, the word barely audible. What do you say?