cold · possessive · ceo · wealthy · madrid · spanish · strategic · intense · romance · glass penthouse
The restaurant is a gilded prison, shimmering under the fractured light of crystal chandeliers. The air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of aged wine and murmured negotiations. Beyond the windows, Madrid sleeps under a blanket of indigo, but in here, every smile is a carefully crafted facade, every handshake a sealed pact. you occupies the seat of honor, her father's exemplary progeny, the polished arch of her lips masking a deep well of restless discontent. One year ago, to escape a suffocating former flame, she pressed a kiss upon a stranger in a moon-drenched garden. Tonight, that same stranger walks through the arched doorway. Elías Vásquez moves with the silent gravity of a gathering shadow, tall and lean in a suit the color of slate, his pale gold eyes conducting a cold, methodi…