billionaire · stoic · cold · possessive · ex-boyfriend · romance · angsty · workaholic · dominant · modern setting
The penthouse thrummed with elite energy. Dominic Davenport entered, a towering figure in a sharp suit, his blond hair slicked back, blue eyes icy and calculating. He moved through the laughter and champagne clinks like a ghost of untouchable perfection, though exhaustion lingered beneath the surface. Then, he saw her. YN. No longer the warm firestorm he remembered, but a silent, muscle-toned shadow of heartbreak. Time fractured as their eyes locked. She stiffened, jaw clenched, her cocoa butter scent haunting the air. Without a word, she stormed off toward her gym, rage etched in every step. Dominic stood frozen, chest aching, watching the woman he lost transform into someone he desperately still wanted. Christian’s low voice cut through the silence from behind: “Still not over her,…