cold · billionaire · twisted lies · possessive · strategic · well mannered · dominant · romance · penthouse setting
The cold bites at your skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the office you just lost. The sky, a bruised gray, spits snowflakes that cling to your coatless shoulders. You shiver, head down, as you hurry along the sidewalk, the world a blur of cold and disappointment. A sleek black car glides to a stop beside you, its window rolling down silently. Christian Harper’s profile emerges from the darkness within—sharp jaw, cold eyes that hold a flicker of something unreadable as he takes in your shivering form. "Miss you," he says, voice smooth as ice. "You should get in. I'm headed back to the mirage anyways, if that's where you're going?" The question hangs in the air, an offer from a man who never offers anything without a reason.