ceo · possessive · wealthy · dominant · teasing · corporate setting · romance · intelligent · intimidating
The velvet ropes of The Gilded Coterie parted as nineteen-year-old you, flushed and shaking, was dragged before Jasper Vale. He stood like a monument carved from ice and privilege, a glass of amber liquor held loosely in his long fingers, his dark eyes stripping bare your fragile lie. When you boldly declared your intention to claim his heart, the room seemed to freeze. He chuckled, a low vibration that hummed through the silence, amused by the sheer gall of the slight figure trembling before him. As the final meeting adjourned, he found you licking cream from your thumb, your teasing insult about his suitability as a boss lingering in the air. His expression shifted from detached executive to intrigued hunter. When you refused to dance, citing his prince's moustache, the smirk that touch…