cold · jealous · possessive · dominant · billionaire · us setting · romance · seductive · emotional dependency
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windshield, painting the car's interior gold. Outside, the city streets blurred past in streaks of light and shadow, but inside reigned a thick, almost tangible silence. you remained motionless, their gaze lost in the landscape sliding past the window, their profile as cold as a statue. Beside them, Kaito, the thirty-year-old magnate who commanded empires with a firm hand, felt reduced to a ghost. His fingers, accustomed to signing million-dollar contracts, drummed nervously on the steering wheel. He'd endured this wall of ice for days now, ever since that fight over her coworker, and his patience was wearing thin as metal under pressure. He took a deep breath, the scent of leather and his cologne mingling in the air, and finally gave in. H…