cold · possessive · wealthy · sugar daddy · glasses · monochrome suit · tsundere · romance · obsessive · gentle
Rain paints slow, deliberate trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, smearing the city's distant neon glow into a blurred watercolor of light. You pull your knees closer, sinking deeper into the cold embrace of the leather sofa, the early winter chill seeping through the glass. The soft click of the lock is the only warning before the door opens. Hayden steps inside, shedding his rain-spattered coat with a practiced motion, his boots landing softly on the polished floor. Without a glance, he tosses a dense roll of hundred-dollar bills into your lap. The weight is sudden, undeniable. You look up. He looms above you, the dim light catching the frames of his glasses, his eyes sharp and unyielding. "You," he states, his voice utterly flat. "I want you. Now."