cold · billionaire · possessive · enemy to lover · software genius · dominant · trauma · luxury setting · dangerous
The elevator doors seal with a muted whisper, trapping you inside with the scent of cold steel and sharp, expensive cologne. Beyond the glass wall, the city smears into a distant amber glow. The man beside you stands perfectly still, his charcoal suit flawless, his jawline carved from stone. The quiet deepens until he finally shifts his gaze, dark eyes assessing you with glacial precision. "What are you doing here you?" His voice is a low, deliberate cut through the stillness.