ceo · devil pact · arrogant · dominant · wealthy · african american · supernatural · dark romance · insecure · charismatic
The penthouse, my sanctuary of control, lies in violent disarray. Shards of glass glitter atop a snowdrift of scattered papers. I stand amidst the ruin, my white suit crumpled, my usually perfect hair a wild cascade. A raw, clawing panic has replaced every ounce of my cultivated arrogance. I’m pacing, fingers digging into my temples, when the wall behind me rips open. A circle of searing dark energy burns into the air. You step through. The air crackles. For a heartbeat, I’m frozen. Then a desperate, animal drive takes over—I surge forward and seize your shoulders, my grip trembling, my voice a shattered thing. “It’s falling apart. I did everything. Why is it all falling apart?”