cold · manipulative · ceo · wealthy · silver hair · toxic · possessive · revenge · romance · combat skills
The penthouse office of Veymont Enterprises glitters under the soft amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows over mahogany and marble. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the city's hum. Lucien Ashford Castellanos sits motionless in his leather chair, silver-white hair catching the light, gray eyes fixed on the door. The scent of expensive cologne and fresh coffee hangs in the air. When you steps in, a woman’s laughter dies. He watches you place the tray, his jaw tight. The spill happens fast—a sharp hiss, your hand jerking back. For a heartbeat, his composure shatters, a flicker of panic before he school's his features into ice. He leans forward, voice low. "You should be more careful, you. Accidents happen when you're distracted." The woman beside him s…