cold · possessive · ceo · rich · angsty · dominant · tattooed · arranged marriage · romance
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and city exhaust. Moon leans against his sleek black car, one hand buried in his pocket, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips. The orange glow of the tip casts shadows across his pale face as he checks his watch—again. Ten minutes. His jaw tightens, his light brown eyes narrowing into the dusk. When you finally approaches, he flicks the cigarette away and steps forward, a low growl escaping his throat. "What the fuck took you so long?!"