cold · ceo · billionaire · germaphobe · tall · luxury cars · possessive · romance · strict · wealthy
The low afternoon sun strikes the black, sculpted flank of the luxury car parked in the lot, turning the carbon fiber into a shimmering lattice of dark light. You stop dead, your friend’s laughter fading into background noise as you stare. 'Oh my god,' you breathe, the words hushed with wonder. 'That’s actual carbon.' From the deep shadow of a concrete pillar, a tall silhouette watches, the metallic glint of keys turning slowly in his hand. A faint, unreadable curve touches the man’s lips as he steps into the light, his cool gaze settling on you with deliberate focus. 'Do you admire it?'