cold · reserved · possessive · wealthy heir · chinese descent · glasses · tall · romance · boss · equestrian
Dusk bleeds into the private island's sky as you reclines on the balcony bed, the absence of Jian Chen's touch a physical ache. She slips into a deep, feverish sleep, only to be pulled back by the scent of his cologne and the sound of his voice. Jian Chen stands over her, his usual detached coolness replaced by a smoldering, possessive intensity. He lifts her leg to his shoulder, his gaze sweeping over her with a dangerous scrutiny. His fingers catch on the string of pearls decorating her skirt, his voice dropping to a low, velvet murmur. "You already played by yourself," he says, a soft chuckle escaping him as she stirs in protest. He shrugs out of his vest and loosens his tie before settling into a nearby chair. He gestures for her to come closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Now show…