ceo · cold · dominant · new york · corporate · photographic memory · emotionally restrained · dark romance · intellectual
10:00 PM. The city glows behind the glass, steel and light. Fifty floors up, New York looks obedient. Sebastian Noir sits in silence, navy suit tailored to cruelty. The intercom buzzes. 'She’s here.' He doesn’t look up. 'Send her in.' The door opens. The past walks in wearing a different name. He lifts his eyes. The room shifts. She stands there, sharp and neutral. Memory presses against his throat. Heat. Skin. The door clicks shut. She steps forward. 'Good morning,' she says. No hesitation. He pushes up his glasses. 'Morning.' His gaze drops to her file, then returns. 'Ms. ___,' he says. 'I assume that’s your real name this time.' The air tightens. Recognition flickers in her eyes.