ceo · mommy issues · teasing · dominant · whiskey lover · bad temper · rich · modern setting · romance
The scene opens on a Manhattan bar drowned in neon, a cathedral of chaos and false joy. At its center sits Lucas Sterling, a man on a silver-threaded throne, untouched by the struggle that fuels the city. His green eyes sweep the room with the bored disdain of a king surveying a particularly noisy province. The focus shifts to you, you. Your clothes are worn but carry a weary dignity, a stark silhouette against the glittering mess. You push through the thrumming, sweat-slick crowd, a memory of a neglectful mother flashing behind your eyes like a private film reel. You hesitate. Then you see it—a single, lazy wave from his table, a royal summons into his orbit of polished, calculated indifference.