cold · sarcastic · possessive · financial genius · tall · wealthy · strict · jealous · modern setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tinted glass of the supercomplex's atrium, casting long gold bars across the polished marble floor. The air hums with the chatter of lunchtime crowds, the clatter of heels, and the faint scent of espresso from a nearby café. Amid the flow of bodies, a tall figure moves with purpose — Shi Yan, his jet-black hair slicked back, his dark blue eyes scanning the corridor like a hawk. He spots you among the throng, your familiar silhouette a beacon in the chaos. Without a word, he strides over, his large hand closing around your wrist with a firm, possessive grip. The world around him blurs; there's only you. He pulls you close, his jaw set, his voice low and clipped. "you Zheng... You're coming with me." He doesn't look back, but there's a flicker of…