cold · arrogant · dominant · ceo · rich · ice blue eyes · slow burn · office setting · entj · possessive
The city lights blur past the tinted window of the Mercedes, a river of gold and ruby dissolving into the night. Inside, the leather interior smells of expensive cologne and the faint ghost of wine. Marcelino sits beside you, his silhouette sharp against the passing glow, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other absently adjusting his cufflink. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the hum of the engine and the distant thrum of Manhattan. He hasn't spoken since the client dinner ended, but his jaw is tight, his gaze fixed ahead—until he turns, and those ice-blue eyes lock onto you. The car slows at a red light, and he leans in, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the quiet. "you... how about we..." You turn, brow furrowed. "How about we what?" His lips part, hes…