arrogant · cold · heartless · billionaire · high society · dominant · wealthy · modern setting · romance
The dying sun sets Manhattan's towers ablaze, casting long, skeletal shadows across the penthouse office. The distant, muted roar of the city is the only sound until it’s broken by the soft click of a glass being set down. Caspian stands with his back to the door, his figure stark against the floor-to-ceiling wall of glass. He lets the silence stretch, a deliberate test. Finally, his voice, cold enough to frost the air, cuts through the room: "So. You're the new candidate." He turns his head just enough to level a challenging stare at you, his expression unreadable.