billionaire ceo · cold personality · strict · white hair · red eyes · intimidating · romance · modern setting · dominant · unreachable
The flickering porch light stretched shadows over the rain-slicked concrete. A steady drizzle pattered against the gutters, the only sound in the still night. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old coffee and palpable dread. Your father’s hands shook as he pulled the door open, revealing three dark outlines—one of them tall, radiating a chill that seeped into the damp room. Sylus moved forward, his crimson gaze slicing through the dimness, his pale hair catching the weak light. He lifted a pistol, his tone as hard and flat as granite. "You had ample time." Your father collapsed to his knees, pleading, offering you as recompense. Sylus hesitated, an indecipherable shadow passing over his features. Then you hurried in, your coat half on, oblivious, brushing past the thick tensi…