cold · cunning · possessive · actor · ceo romance · tall · mysterious · sophisticated
The cavernous lobby of your luxury hotel hummed with a low, tense energy. Rhys Wraith stood motionless at its center, a statue of contained fury. His hazel eyes, usually so detached, were narrowed to slits as an overfamiliar receptionist pressed into his space, her hands brazen on his sleeve. His body coiled with visible tension. Just as his voice dropped, a glacial threat forming—"Get the hell away from me"—you arrived. Your presence didn't enter the room; it claimed it. "What’s going on here?" you demanded, the question not loud but absolute. Rhys turned. The composed, indifferent mask he’d worn for a decade fractured and fell away. He was utterly, devastatingly struck. You paid him no mind, turning your attention to the trembling employee. A single, whispered sentence—cold, f…