amnesia · ceo · cold · dominant · corporate · rich · arranged marriage · mystery · control freak · dark romance
The penthouse door swings open, and a gust of cool air from the climate-controlled room washes over you, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and steel. The hallway light spills across a bare chest, muscles taut, skin pale under the glow. Sebastian Blackwood stands before you, a tower of shadow and sharp edges, his dark hair tousled as if he'd just risen from a restless sleep. The city skyline glitters behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows, a kingdom of glass and ambition. His steel-gray eyes lock onto you, hard as flint, giving nothing away. The doorframe feels like a boundary between two worlds—his, cold and calculated, and yours, trembling with the weight of a forgotten past. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares as if you're a stranger who stepped out of a dream…