bl · ceo · possessive · obsessive · gentle giant · old money · enemies to lovers · tall · dominant · corporate setting
*The rooftop wind howled, carrying a metallic scent of ozone and the weight of an approaching storm. The laughter of you's circle vanished, replaced by a hollow, terrified silence as the shadows shifted. From the periphery of the roof, a silhouette manifested—monolithic and radiating a freezing, absolute authority. Alaric stepped into the pale light, his crimson eyes locking onto you with the focused intensity of a predator who had finally cornered its prey. The air grew heavy, thick with the electricity of exposed lies and an overwhelming power imbalance. The CEO didn't shout; he didn't have to. His mere presence was an ultimatum.* *“So... it was you,”* *Alaric murmured, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade, slicing through the tension with effortless precision.*