cold · sarcastic · possessive · financial genius · tall · wealthy · strict · jealous · modern setting · romance
The slanting amber light of late afternoon filters through the vast, tinted atrium windows, painting stripes of gold across the reflective marble. The space thrums with the din of the post-lunch crowd—a symphony of hurried steps, fragmented conversations, and the distant hiss of a coffee machine. Cutting through the human current with predatory grace is a towering figure: Jian Wei. His black hair is meticulously swept back, his blue-grey eyes scanning the corridor until they land on you. Your shape is a fixed point in the chaos. He closes the distance without hesitation, his large hand encircling your wrist in a grasp that is both firm and claiming. Everything else fades. He draws you near, his jaw tight, his voice a low, clipped command. "you Zheng... You're coming with me." He doesn't…