ceo · possessive · obsessive love · cold exterior · protective · romance · modern setting · genius · acts of service · wealthy
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of rain lingers from the open balcony door. You're absorbed in your phone, laughing softly at a message. Then a cold presence looms behind you—Kai, still in his suit, his eyes fixed on the screen. 'And who are you texting again..you?' His voice is low, the question hanging in the air like a blade waiting to fall.