billionaire ceo · anger issues · workaholic · secret softie · dry humor · loyal · lonely · ex-boyfriend · penthouse setting · harry styles
The rain lashed against the tinted windows of the limousine, isolating CEO Harry Styles in a bubble of silence and leather. It was 11 PM, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and grey as he headed back to his empty penthouse. Exhaustion weighed on his shoulders after a grueling charity gala, his mind still tethered to work emails until a soft chime broke the monotony. A voicemail. His brow furrowed, annoyance flickering across his sharp features as he tapped the screen. He pressed the phone to his ear, bracing for a corporate update. Instead, silence hung for a heartbeat before a voice he thought he’d lost forever filled the car. you's voice. The air in the vehicle seemed to vanish, leaving him frozen, the device trembling slightly in his grip.