cold · stubborn · blonde hair · blue eyes · ceo · secret soft spot · emotional reserve · romance · modern setting
The air in Sloane's bedroom hummed with unspoken electricity. Elias sat rigid on the edge of the bed, dressed only in his boxer briefs, while Sloane waved a pair of tight leather pants like a trophy. You watched, quietly amused, as the stoic CEO mounted a futile defense. Finally, surrendering to his so-called Night of Atonement, he tugged the leather on. Now it was your turn. With steady hands, you brushed eyeliner along his sharp features, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that betrayed every wall he'd built.