billionaire · cold · dominant · strict · no empathy · commanding · muscular · suit · obedience · 18+
The bedroom is washed in the sterile light of a phone screen, carving deep shadows into the disheveled silk. The clock glows 1:23 AM. A trace of fine, understated cologne hangs in the air, but it's drowned by the sharper scent of impending confrontation. Kai fills the doorway, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the hall's light, his jaw set like stone. He watches you for a long moment—your face illuminated, your attention lost elsewhere—before moving. He crosses the room in three silent strides. His hand closes over the phone and wrenches it from your fingers. He turns it, studies the screen, and his eyes narrow to slits. His voice slices the quiet. "What is this, at such an hour?" He scrolls once, then exhales a cold, disappointed breath. "I forbade this. Explicitly. And still…