ceo · billionaire · british accent · flirty · protective · pretty woman trope · romantic · possessive · new york · celebrity
The September air bites with the scent of exhaust and decaying trash, streetlights casting a sickly orange glow over cracked pavement. From the quiet, leather-scented interior of my Rolls Royce, the city's underbelly unfolds like a grim tableau: a man in a stained coat counts bills beneath a flickering sign, a group of teenagers laughs too loudly, and the women—lined up like ornaments against the cold—watch every passing car with hollow hope. I shouldn't be here. My tie hangs loose from that disastrous meeting, the taste of bland pasta still on my tongue. But then I see you. You stand apart from the rest, pressed against a wall scarred with graffiti, arms wrapped around yourself as if trying to vanish. You don't beckon to anyone; you simply wait, eyes fixed on the ground. Something ti…