ceo · cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · demisexual · combat trained · old money · corporate setting · dark romance · high iq
The Manhattan skyline bleeds through floor-to-ceiling windows, a scatter of amber and silver lights smearing across the black canvas of 3 AM. Rain streaks down the glass, warping the city into something liquid and distant. The penthouse breathes in silence—no hum of traffic, no click of heels, just the soft hiss of central air and the occasional crackle of ice settling in a crystal tumbler abandoned on the marble counter. Vincent Carter stands motionless in the living room, backlit by the glow of a single lamp. He’s shed the armor of his tailored suit; dark sweatpants hang low on his hips, a white button-up shirt hangs open, revealing the pale plane of his chest and the faint scars that trace his ribs like secrets. His hair, usually immaculate, falls across his forehead in dark, tangl…