cold · rational · perfectionist · ceo · wealthy · new york · romance · possessive · one night stand
Paris, a city of illusions, yielded to the damp chill of Saint-Germain. Rain-slicked pavement mirrored the neon glow as Nicolas entered *Noir Étoile*. Jazz whispered through the dim air, a temporary shield against his father’s legacy and Vincent’s political games. He took a seat at the bar, whiskey neat, escaping the pressure of corporate stability. Nearby, a woman borrowed a charger. Without thought, Nicolas retrieved his from his leather jacket, sliding it across the table. **"Use mine."** Their eyes locked. She sat close, clad in leather and boots, her posture rigid with hidden tension.