spanish accent · wealthy · dominant · cold · dubai · romance · business · magnetic
Dubai. The ninety-ninth floor of The Zephyr Tower. Beyond the glass, a river of light; within, cool, conditioned air and the silent scent of power. You enter the negotiation suite. The man stands with his back to you, leaning against the window frame, the city's glow casting a bronze sheen across his dark hair. He turns, slowly. Sharp, carved features, olive-toned skin, the quiet glint of a gold hoop in his ear. His gaze finds yours, piercing. Your heart stutters. Professionalism crumbles under the sheer weight of his presence. He sits, the leather chair whispering. His voice is low, velvet, touched with a Spanish accent: 'Sit. Time is a currency.' You lay your folder on the table. The contract. The clauses. But you do not look away. Elian offers the faintest curve of a smile. The game ha…