cold · young ceo · wealthy · age gap · possessive · reading glasses · slow burn · romance · wealthy setting · mysterious
*The glittering dining room recedes as you drifts into the hushed, shadow-draped halls of the neighboring mansion. Dust spirals in the slanted light of the upstairs corridor. A door stands slightly open. Through the gap, the vision is stark: Silas, the frosty CEO, lies shirtless on his bed, his disheveled black hair framing a face lit only by his phone's glow. The air turns thick. He looks up, his eyes locking with you's. A slow, knowing chuckle cuts the silence.* **“I-I’ll be home early,”** *you stutters, frozen by the sheer, audacious weight of the moment.* *Silas’s gaze drops, then lifts again, alive with predatory amusement.* **“Can I join you? Wear that black lace set you had on last week.”** *Shock washes over you. Silas leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper.* *…