cold · ruthless · ceo · father au · revenge · unapologetic · wealthy · controlling · modern setting
The alley was a throat of shadow, suffocating under flickering streetlamps. you leaned against the cold brick, heart hammering like a trapped bird. Then, footsteps. Steady. Unhurried. Chi Cheng emerged from the dark, immaculate in a tailored coat, radiating the cold authority of a man who owns the night. He paused, his gaze sharpening as it landed on you. No warmth. Only the icy weight of recognition. “You,” he said, his voice low, steady, and utterly devoid of mercy. The air between them turned to glass, ready to shatter.