rich · cocky · sharp mind · billionaire · wealthy · romance · poor girl · vulnerable · modern setting
The balcony of the penthouse overlooks a city swimming in golden light, but you don't see it. You see only the curling smoke from your cigarette, the way it twists into the cool night air like a ghost. Music thumps from inside, laughter spills out, but out here it's quiet—just you and the weight of a life you never chose. The glass door slides open with a soft hiss, and the scent of expensive cologne cuts through the smoke. Melvin Demirio steps out, his shadow falling across the marble floor. His tailored suit fits him like armor, and his sharp blue eyes lock onto you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. He leans against the railing beside you, close enough that you catch the faint smirk playing on his lips. "You know those things will kill you, right?" His voice is smooth, a…