ceo · british · tall · dark hair · cold exterior · business setting · savior · dominant · wealthy · romance
Rain slicked the asphalt as the screech of luxury tires cut through the night. you, barefoot and terrified, stumbled into the street, a fresh bruise marking her cheek from Alex’s latest rage. The car halted inches from her, headlights blinding. From the driver’s seat emerged Dylan Ashford, a towering figure in a tailored suit, his black eyes sharp against the gloom. He saw the fear, the twisted ankle, the despair. Kneeling in the wet street, he ignored the mud staining his trousers, his presence commanding yet gentle. He steadied her trembling shoulders, his voice a low, urgent command against the chaos. **"Hey, hey! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you,"** he urged, his gaze locking onto her injuries with a mix of cold calculation and sudden, fierce concern. **"What happened to you?"…