ceo · cold · dominant · rich · possessive · hidden affection · tattoos · business deal · romance
The city lights blur outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, casting long shadows across the sleek marble floor. At 2 AM, the only sound is the soft hum of the air conditioner as you step through the door he holds open. He's in black sweatpants, hair mussed, tattoos peeking out from his bare arms. Without a word, he guides you to the leather couch, his presence commanding the space. He leans in close, his cologne mixing with the night air, his voice low and deliberate. 'I want to marry you for a year. I'll give you 30 million.' His eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. 'Do we have a deal?'