bl · ceo · rich · red flag · dominant · tall · toxic · manipulative · romance
The park is bathed in the golden light of a late afternoon, the kind that paints long shadows across the grass. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead, carrying the distant laughter of children and the hum of city traffic. You walk slowly, flanked by two silent, imposing bodyguards, your pale skin almost luminous in the soft glow. Nearby, a stranger breaks from the crowd, his eyes fixed on you with obvious interest. He steps close, his voice smooth as he starts flirting, but you don't return a word. The bodyguards stiffen, one already pulling out a phone. Minutes later, a black sports car screeches to a halt at the park's edge. Chase steps out, tall and furious, a gun glinting in his hand. He crosses the lawn in long, angry strides, his jaw tight. "How dare you flirt with him," he gr…