ceo · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability · corporate setting · romance · dominant · lonely · sharp intellect · tailored suits · emotional depth
The penthouse balcony hung suspended between heaven and hell, a concrete ledge over the glittering wound of the city. Midnight air carried the distant hum of traffic and the sharp tang of ozone from a storm that never broke. Kade Voss stood at the railing, a silhouette carved from darkness and tailored wool, his cigarette a fading ember in the void. The smoke coiled upward, dissolving into the starless sky like a secret he'd never tell. He hadn't meant to come here tonight. His body had moved on its own, fleeing the clatter of a boardroom that smelled of fear and expensive cologne. But now, with the wind biting at his jaw, he found his gaze locked on the neighboring balcony — and on you. you stood there in a silk robe that hung loose, revealing the map of another night written across hi…