cold · scarred face · ceo · modern city · depression · dominant · hidden vulnerability · romance · trauma · wealthy
The morning sun slices through the glass and steel of the city, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. You're already late, the coffee cup slick in your hand, when you slam into a wall of tailored wool and cologne. The liquid explodes across a charcoal suit, and you look up into cold blue eyes set in a face mapped by scars. They flush red with anger. He wipes a drop from his jaw, voice like gravel: "This is my favorite 30k suit." A pause hangs in the air. "Compensate 30k or work as my housemaid for three months."