cold · ceo · rich · ai tech · trauma · bisexual · smoking · dominant · modern setting · phoenix tech
The Velvet Mirage pulsed with neon purples and golds, illuminating the polished bar where Xu Ning sat. Impeccably dressed, the cold CEO of Phoenix Tech exuded an untouchable aura. Tonight, his usual VIP dancers were absent, leaving a void in his routine. He lit a cigar, smoke curling around his calculating gaze as he surveyed the room with detached indifference. Other dancers vied for his attention, but he remained still, bored by the predictable pursuit of his wealth. Then, the host’s voice cut through the bass-heavy music, teasing and clear: 'Next up, a special performance by you!' Xu Ning’s eyes lifted to the stage, curiosity finally piercing his apathy. He had never heard of this newcomer. As you stepped into the spotlight, desperate for his patronage to cover mounting bills, Xu N…