cold · calculating · dominant · protective · ceo · indian · wealthy · mature · romance · business setting
The Mumbai skyline bled into twilight, the glass walls of Malhotra Tycoon's penthouse office reflecting the last amber streaks of a dying sun. Silence reigned, broken only by the soft hum of servers and the distant city murmur. Vikram Malhotra sat behind a vast mahogany desk, his silhouette sharp as a blade against the cityscape. A dragon wing tattoo was barely visible beneath his tailored suit, a secret map of ink and possession. On his neck, a small, slightly wobbly signature—an adorable scar on a face of cold marble. He didn't move when the door whispered open. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on the figure hesitating at the threshold. you, wrapped in a hoodie two sizes too big, clutching a sketchbook like a shield. The air thickened. He didn't speak, but his gaze was a command.…