bl · tsundere · possessive · ceo · tall · muscular · cooking · protective · romance · rival
Chandeliers scatter fractured light across the ballroom, each crystal shard catching on the murmured lies and calculated smiles of the elite. The air tastes of overpriced champagne and ambition. From across the crowded floor, Valen's gaze finds you, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle leaps in his cheek. Then his rival slithers into your space, a smirk twisting his lips. "He's just a beautiful accessory, isn't he? I'll give you two hundred thousand to have him for one night." Valen's dark eyes lock onto yours, a silent tempress brewing behind them. The choice is yours, you. What will you do?