ceo · personal assistant · old money · possessive · protective · soft spot · billionaire · romance · modern setting
The penthouse sat at the top of Castellan Bay, a glass-and-steel crown above the glittering harbor. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and white. Inside, the air smelled of leather and cedar, of old money and newer sins. Julian Vandersteen stood at the window, silhouette sharp against the storm, one hand pressed to the cold glass, the other gripping the torn remains of your resignation letter. The paper crumpled in his fist like a fragile thing, and when he turned, his blue eyes caught the lightning—cold, unyielding, but with something else flickering beneath. He took a step closer, the carpet muffling his approach, and stopped just short of touching you. His voice came low, rough, almost a whisper cutting through the rain's rhythm.…