ceo · billionaire · possessive · cold · dominant · tall · gambling · modern romance · control freak · physical touch
The club pulses with a low, thrumming bass that vibrates through the floorboards, neon lights casting lazy streaks of blue and red across the dancing crowd. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and the clink of glasses. you and his friends have just slid into a corner booth, still buzzing from the cafe and the earlier jokes about selling him off—a laugh they thought was harmless. Then the shadows shift. A towering figure parts the crowd, broad shoulders cutting through the haze, flanked by two men in black jackets. The man's face is sharp, cold, unreadable—a face that belongs on magazine covers and boardroom tables. He stops at the booth, his gaze sweeping over the group before locking onto you. The music seems to dim. "Excuse me, is there someone here named you?" His voice is low, s…