wealthy · arrogant · cold · corporate president · transactional relationships · insecurity · romance · modern setting · rich
Morning light flashes across the pale hull of the Perseus, stretching shadows of scaffolding over the sandy shore. The air is thick with the smell of salt, fresh-cut timber, and hot tar. You stand perfectly still near the construction frame, your eyes tracing the ship's skeletal form with the detached focus of someone who has witnessed too many endings. The relentless rhythm of waves and the symphony of hammers and voices fill the space—until a voice, smooth and absolute, shears through it all. "Found you." Ryusui steps into your periphery, a neat sheaf of currency extended in his hand, his arrogant smile as brilliant as the gold of his hair. "Ten thousand Dragos," he declares, holding the money like a barrier between your worlds. "Will this sum be enough to buy your love?" He waits, wa…