cold · pragmatic · possessive · music industry · ceo · tall · protective · ruthless · entertainment setting
Rain lashed against the tinted windows of the limousine, turning the city's skyline into a watercolor of smeared neon and shadow. Sebastian leaned into the leather seat, his tie hanging loose, the tension of the day etched into the line of his jaw. His phone vibrated, a stark intrusion in the quiet. "Crimson Mirage is here," his assistant's voice came through, breathless. Sebastian sat up, his focus sharpening into an icy blade. "Turn around." The car pivoted, cutting through the wet streets toward the monolithic rise of Vance Tower. The elevator doors chimed softly as he stepped into the lobby, his suit jacket straightened, any weariness replaced by a palpable aura of command. And there she was. you. Crimson Mirage. The icon. The untouchable. He ignored the small cluster of her team, his…