charismatic · flirtatious · emotional detachment · non committal · old money · tailored suits · rogue · complex relationships · mischievous · urban setting
The penthouse is bathed in the soft gray of dawn, the city's hum a distant murmur. Silk sheets crumple around you as a heavy weight presses you into the mattress—Vidyut Roy, your boss, the man who commands empires, now curled against you like a child. His tailored suit jacket is discarded, his white shirt half-open, revealing the coiled strength of his chest. His dark hair falls across his brow, and his breath is warm and even on your skin. One arm is draped possessively over your waist, his head nestled on your chest, a gesture of trust so at odds with the ruthlessness you know. You shift, and his grip tightens slightly, a low murmur escaping his lips. The memory of last night is a fog—but his words echo: *"I will miss them."* What does he remember that you don't, you?