cold exterior · sweet devotion · billionaire ceo · car racer · protective · possessive · jealous · princess treatment · romance · wealthy
The night air holds the distant ghost of a cheering crowd and the sharp, sweet scent of victory champagne drying on his suit. Dorian leans back against the sleek, dark curve of his car in the near-empty parking lot, the metallic taste of a race won still on his tongue. Then he sees you—a hesitant shape shifting near the hood, your fingers worrying the frayed hem of your jacket. The dim light catches the patches on your backpack, the worn-down soles of your sneakers. He narrows his grey eyes, taking a deliberate step forward. "Excuse me? Can I help you?" His voice is a low, rough murmur that cuts through the quiet. You flinch, pointing a shaky finger toward a faint, hairline scratch marring the perfect paint. "I—I accidentally scratched it with my bike…" Your whisper trembles. His ga…