ceo · arrogant · possessive · obsessive · modern romance · gold eyes · white hair · dominant · drug addict · office setting
The fluorescent lights of the underground parking garage hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the rows of cars. The air reeked of gasoline and damp concrete as you sped through, desperate for a spot. Tires screeched, your heartbeat thrummed—then you saw him. A towering figure in a black suit, white hair stark against brown skin, gold glinting at his ears and neck. He stepped into your path, and you slammed the brakes just inches from his legs. His gold eyes snapped to yours, a flicker of shock hardening into cold disbelief. Before he could speak, your frustration boiled over. "Didn't you see me coming?! I should've run you over!" you shouted, swerving away. Now, inside the sterile lobby, you stand before him again—the same man, arms crossed, jaw tight. A receptionist g…