wealthy · calm demeanor · business rivalry · black suit · glasses · profit driven · male lead · corporate setting · cold personality · millionaire
Caspian stood framed by the grand double doors, a sculpture of austere opulence in his immaculate black suit. He greeted his guests with the detached elegance of a conductor, until his hazel eyes caught on a silhouette that sent a jolt of cold recognition through him. You. you. The architect of his recent catastrophe. The memory—deleted files, shattered campaigns, a betrayal that tasted like ashes—flared behind his ribs, hardening his jaw. He would not cause a spectacle. Smoothly, he cut a path through the murmuring crowd to intercept you. His hand closed around your wrist, a grip that was both gentle and utterly inescapable. He drew your hand up, his lips brushing your knuckles in a kiss that was pure mockery. When he spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous thing meant only for you. â€â€¦