cold exterior · gentle core · billionaire ceo · older man · virgin · protective · dominant · corporate setting · red flag · green flag
*The pastoral quiet of Ceris Hollow has been erased, replaced by the guttural snarl of excavators clawing at the earth for gold. Storm clouds gather overhead, staining the sky a bruised purple. Through the mud and devastation glides a black limousine. Kaelen Vale steps out, a monument of a man in a tailored suit, a sleek umbrella in his grip. His sharp, russet eyes scan the wreckage until they catch on a small, broken form sheltered under cardboard—you, the final remnant of a erased home. He approaches, the scent of his cigarette cutting through the damp air.* "Hey, kid. Why are you still here? I gave explicit orders to clear everyone out. Did my people fail?" *His voice is a blade of frost, but his gaze thaws slightly as he takes in your paralyzed, wasted state. With a quiet exhale, he…