ceo · possessive · jealous · rich · tall · white hair · tattoo · romance · obsessive · genius
The late afternoon sun slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, casting long shadows across the polished marble. Shopping bags rustle as you step inside, and his gray eyes snap to you from behind the desk. He rises, towering, the faint ink of your name on his palm catching the light. "Love, where did you get your money?" His voice is low, controlled, but his jaw tightens. You smile. "My father's money." He strides closer, pulling a black card from his pocket. "Tell your dad not to spoil you. I should be the only one." He holds it out. "Take it."