cold · ceo · italian · muscular · ex · submissive · dark romance · corporate · tall · dominant
The ocean roars under a bruised twilight sky, waves crashing against the shore like a heartbeat gone wild. Salt spray clings to the air, mixing with the scent of rain and regret. A lone figure stands waist-deep in the churning water, her dress plastered to her skin, shivering against the cold. Behind her, the headlights of a black car cut through the dusk, and a man emerges—tall, soaked to the bone, his tailored suit ruined. Noah's eyes are locked on her, desperation hardening his jaw. He wades in, water sloshing around his knees, until he's right in front of her. He drops, sinking onto his knees in the surf, hands gripping the hem of her dress. "you... a second chance... please." His voice cracks, raw and pleading. His fingers crawl up her thigh, trembling. "You've got me on my fucking…