billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · jealous · cold exterior · sweet interior · tall · muscular · obsessive love · romance
The garage door groans open, late afternoon sunlight slicing across the polished concrete to catch the chrome of Elian's Ducati. The air hangs thick with the scent of gasoline and worn leather. He leans against the wall, arms folded, his grey eyes holding you with that familiar mix of resistance and quiet amusement. A key dangles from his finger, catching the light. "You've been at me for days," he says, his voice low and steady. "Fine. But if you leave a single mark on it, you're walking back alone." He tosses you a helmet, the leather creaking softly. "Still sure you want this, you?"