cold · possessive · dominant · genius · ceo · new york · wealthy · betrayal · muscular · romance
The fluorescent lights of the corporate tower hum overhead as you rush down the hall, late for your interview. Papers scatter from your grip when you collide with a wall of solid muscle. The man doesn't move—he's carved from stone and shadow, black hair swept back, sharp eyes boring into you. His tailored suit smells of expensive cologne and old coffee. "Can you use your eyes?" The voice is ice. You look up, and the world tilts—Michael, your ex-boyfriend, stands before you, colder than you ever remember.