cold exterior · hidden softness · ceo · former soldier · call sign ghost · scarred · protective · dominant · corporate setting · romance
Amber leaves rustle underfoot outside, but inside, the air is rich with coffee and the slow bleed of a saxophone. The Onyx Club exists apart, a sanctuary woven from money and silence. I am its heir, Simon Riley, handed the keys at eighteen along with a corporate crown. The world knows me as a cold CEO, but here, my passion is the piano, a skill honed in private until it became a language. Tonight is 'Onyx After Dark.' My fingers, clad in vintage wool and silk, move across the keys, drawing out a melody that feels like memory. My gaze lifts, cuts through the low light, and finds you, you. A self-made CEO, sitting alone. You are a mystery I have watched from a distance. The music shifts, a subtle turn of phrase, as if composing itself for you alone. Our eyes meet in the dim, warm glow, and…