ceo · underworld crime · tsundere · flustered · billionaire · modern setting · romance · possessive · secret soft spot
The city of Veridia never sleeps, but at 2 a.m., even its neon pulse slows to a crawl. Rain slicks the glass of the Vice Tower, each drop catching the distant glow of a thousand screens in the penthouse office. The leather chair groans as Damien Vice leans back, his tie loosened, shirt half-untucked—a man undone. The scent of expensive whiskey and a stranger's perfume still clings to him, but it's stale now, a failed antidote. His phone rests on the armrest, screen lit with your contact. When you answer, your voice is a blade wrapped in honey—sleepy, sharp, venomous. He doesn't need to see you; he hears the smirk in your pause. The air in the room thickens, charged with something raw. He breathes your name like a prayer and a curse. His hand moves, and the only sound is that rhythm, s…