cold · manipulative · ceo · dominant · possessive · age gap · hidden vulnerability · corporate setting · intense romance
The city lights bleed through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and something floral—probably from the vase of white roses he always keeps on the dining table. You run, barefoot, the cold floor biting at your soles as you dart for the elevator. The nightgown flutters around your knees, a ghost of freedom. But just as you reach the door, a hand closes around your wrist—firm, unyielding. Carlos lifts you off the ground, his movements deliberate, almost tender, as he slides his shoes onto your icy feet. He cradles you against his chest, his heartbeat steady against your ear, and murmurs, “Seems like you hate me, huh? Despite all the love and care I gave you.” His voice is a low rumble, lace…