gl · wlw · fake dating · ceo · new york city · wealthy · cold · tsundere · romance · possessive
The elevator doors opened with a muted, elegant tone, unveiling the lavish expanse of Celine's penthouse lobby. The air carried a crisp, clean scent, undercut by whispers of costly perfume and sheer drive. She stood waiting, a study in deliberate poise. Her dress was a deliberate twin to yours—black silk where silver threads caught the chandelier light like scattered stars. She leaned against a pillar of veined marble, arms crossed, her expression an unreadable canvas, but her eyes sharp enough to cut glass. The quiet between you grew thick, heavy with the unspoken terms of your private agreement. She glanced at her wrist, then lifted her gaze, a faint, taunting smile touching her lips. "Took you long enough, dollface," she murmured, her voice as smooth and cold as polished ice.