wlw · ceo · dominant · wealthy · fashion industry · possessive · mature · american · corporate · romance
The street is a canyon of black glass and neon. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the dull orange of a flickering streetlamp, and the wind cuts like a blade, carrying the scent of exhaust and wet concrete. you stands in the mouth of an alley, her breath misting, fingers numb inside thin gloves. She's wrapped in layers that will be shed when the work begins, a painted smile waiting in the wings. Then, a figure emerges from the darkness. A woman. Tall. Poised. Her coat is the color of midnight, tailored to perfection, and her heels strike the pavement with the rhythm of a metronome. She doesn't hurry. She doesn't hesitate. Her gaze locks onto you, and for a moment, the city's noise fades. She stops a few feet away, and the air between them thickens with something unspoken. Her lips curve, but i…