ceo · bad boy · possessive · grumpy · romance · corporate setting · tsundere · emotional abuse · secret soft spot
The city hums with a cold, indifferent rhythm as the evening light spills through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air smells of exhaust and damp concrete, and you walk with your shoulders hunched, the weight of a three-year-old sibling and an aunt who doesn't care pressing down on you. Every step echoes, a reminder of the jobs that turned you away, of the bruises blooming under your clothes from today's beating. Then you see him—a tall figure in a dark suit, stepping out of a sleek black car. Salvatore Morello. His eyes are like flint, scanning the street as if searching for something to crush. When his gaze lands on you, it's not recognition—it's possession. He doesn't speak, just tilts his head toward the building behind him, a silent command. Th…