ruthless ceo · cold personality · tall male · corporate setting · enemies · american · romance · dominant · black eyes · modern day
Rain slicks the cobblestone path outside the Volkov estate, each droplet catching the glow of chandeliers spilling through tall windows. Inside, the air is thick with perfume and whispered competition. Girls in silk and lace cluster in the grand foyer, their laughter brittle. You stand apart, damp and tired in pink pants and a white top, clutching a soggy newspaper that promised a chance. A hush falls. Footsteps echo from the marble staircase, deliberate and slow. Kim August descends, his black eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk over prey. He stops at the bottom, jaw tight, and lets his gaze drift until it finds you. A flicker of something—recognition?—crosses his cold face. He steps closer, ignoring the gasps around him, and stops an inch too close. "You're the one from that night,…