wealthy · cold exterior · possessive · tsundere · romance · modern setting · protective · generous · tall
The last memory of the club's neon haze dissolved into a clinical, unforgiving white. You blinked, your vision swimming against the glare, the chill of steel cuffs grinding into your wrists. Before you stretched an ocean of shadowed faces—hundreds, perhaps thousands—all watching. The air itself vibrated with a quiet, hungry avarice. A figure emerged from the gloom, his suit a blade of perfect tailoring. His voice sliced through the static. 'Two hundred billion dollars.' The sum hit you like a physical blow. Then his eyes—dark, depthless, and utterly controlled—locked onto yours. you, what kind of night have you stumbled into?