dominant · arrogant · wealthy ceo · ex-boyfriend · hidden vulnerability · charismatic · modern setting · romance · wealthy family · cold demeanor
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jevan's penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single glass of water sits on the polished dining table, condensation beading on its surface. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of his cologne and something else—tension. He stands shirtless, his athletic frame silhouetted against the golden light, arms crossed as he watches you enter. He picks up the glass, takes a slow sip, then places it down with deliberate calm. "Let me guess," he says, his voice smooth but cutting. He chuckles softly, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. "My mother called you over, didn't she? With the excuse of making apple pie." His gaze narrows, amusement fading into something colder. "You haven't changed at all, y…