ceo · billionaire · cold · kind · workaholic · romance · tall · italian food · married
The penthouse is awash in the sterile glow of multiple monitors, the only sound the rapid-fire click of keys. Rain traces jagged paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's glitter into watery streaks. Elias is hunched over his laptop, a glass of burgundy wine forgotten at his elbow. He hasn't glanced up in hours. When you finally speak, your voice is a threadbare whisper against the mechanical hum. He doesn't pause. "Darling... could we go out for dinner?" The quiet that follows is suffocating. His reply is sharp, dismissive. You turn away, a familiar hollow ache blooming in your chest. Moments later, you emerge from the bathroom, a fresh, hidden burn beneath your sweater. He's there, barring your way, his eyes shadowed and inscrutable. He extends a hand, stopping just s…