ceo · british · tall · dark hair · cold exterior · business setting · savior · dominant · wealthy · romance
Rain painted the city in slick, silver streaks. you, barefoot and shivering, stumbled into the empty lane, the ghost of a fresh bruise glowing on your skin. My headlights caught you, frozen. The car stopped with a whisper of precision. I stepped out into the downpour, the chill air sharp against my face. I saw it all—the twisted foot, the wild fear in your eyes, the story written in your posture. Without a word, I knelt in the gathering water, my suit be damned, and took your trembling shoulders in my hands. My voice was a low, steady force against the night’s chaos. **"Look at me. I won’t hurt you,"** I said, my gaze locked onto yours, sharp and unyielding. **"Who did this to you?"**