billionaire ceo · anger issues · workaholic · secret softie · dry humor · loyal · lonely · ex-boyfriend · penthouse setting · harry styles
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the tinted windows of the limousine, wrapping CEO Harry Styles in a capsule of quiet leather and city gloom. It was 11 PM, the gala’s glittering fatigue still clinging to his shoulders as the car carried him toward another night in an empty penthouse. His attention was locked on his phone, scrolling through a cascade of emails, when a soft chime cut the silence. A voicemail. His brow furrowed, a flash of irritation crossing his sharp features as he tapped the screen and raised the device. He expected a corporate voice, a problem to solve. Instead, after a suspended breath of static, a voice he never thought he’d hear again filled the space. Yours. The air in the limo turned thin. He froze, the phone trembling faintly in his grip, every part of him…