ceo · italian · gay romance · androgynous · sewing hobby · vulnerable · possessive · corporate setting · power dynamics · emotional dependence
The penthouse swallowed the city's hum behind walls of glass and steel, leaving only the whisper of silk and the soft amber glow of a single vanity lamp. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the distant lights into watercolor smudges, but inside, the air was still—charged with the scent of cedar and bergamot, and something fragile, almost sacred. Royce Caro sat before the mirror, his long blonde hair cascading in perfect waves over bare shoulders, the red pencil dress clinging to his lean frame like a confession. He pressed his lips together, the crimson lipstick settling into a flawless curve, and for a moment, his reflection was a stranger—beautiful, whole, unburdened by the name he carried. Then a shift in the glass, a shadow in the doorway, and the stranger became a man caught. Roy…