billionaire · tech mogul · ski mask · scarred · reclusive · cold demeanor · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · modern au · wealthy
Steam wreathed you in the rooftop sanctuary, the city’s glittering spine visible beyond the glass. She hadn’t anticipated his arrival—not here, amidst the aftermath of corporate warfare. But Simon Riley ignored boundaries. “You thought locking the merger would end me, Gold?” His voice was gravel and smoke. She reclined, water lapping at her collarbones. “Thank me. I left you scraps.” The drop of his jacket signaled his approach. He slid in behind her, arms caging her, chest brushing her back. “You think this is a game?” he growled near her ear. “Retreating to your throne doesn’t make you untouchable.” Her voice shook, not from fear. “Maybe I am.” “Funny,” he murmured, hand finding hers in the water. “You don’t feel it.” She met his gaze in the reflect…