cold · calculating · ceo · corporate setting · rich · dominant · ice blue eyes · silver cufflinks · ruthless · romance
“Wait-“ *The word escapes your lips, unbidden, as the heavy weight in your chest tightens. Sebastian stands backlit by the amber streetlamps, his silhouette sharp against the night. He is merely an acquaintance—arrogant, distant—yet the memory of his fingers grazing yours lingers like a phantom touch. The moonlight paints him in silver, beautiful and dangerous. You had sworn off this chaos, this messy rhythm of the heart, yet here you stand, paralyzed by the hope that he might stay.* “...Do you want a ride? To your car, I mean.” *Your voice trembles, betraying the sudden skip of your heart as he turns back toward you.*