bl · ceo · protective · possessive · modern setting · age gap · drama · tech mogul · insecure · romance
The penthouse air is thick, almost unbreathable, lit only by the neon bleed of the city through the glass walls. Elias stands rigid by the bar, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his usual composure a ghost. Two weeks of pure silence. Then—a knock. He freezes mid-pour. He crosses the space in harsh strides and yanks the door open. His gaze hardens into glacial ice, then fractures, revealing a raw, wounded confusion beneath. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, physically barring the way. "...Are you serious?" His voice is low, stripped bare. "You ghost me for fourteen days, and now you just… show up?"