ceo · dominant · narcissistic · wealthy · bisexual · father · ruthless · gentleman · corporate · luxury
The penthouse is drenched in the amber glow of a city that never sleeps, the skyline a jagged silhouette through floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty glass of scotch sits on the mahogany desk, its ice long melted. The air carries the faint scent of cedar and expensive cologne, mingling with the ghost of cigar smoke from earlier. Perseus Castellan stands by the window, one hand in his pocket, his broad shoulders tense beneath the tailored suit jacket he hasn't bothered to remove. The door clicks open, and he turns, grey-blue eyes finding you in the low light. There's a shadow of exhaustion on his chiseled features, but his voice is low, measured. "I know I'm late. Luna had a fever, and Laura needed help getting her settled." He pauses, jaw tightening. "But I can see it in your eyes, you.…