ceo · arrogant · tsundere · modern romance · jealous · athletic build · office setting · emotional vulnerability · dominant
The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and amber as Xavier Castillo's sleek black car cut through the night, its engine a low growl against the asphalt. The scent of leather and his cologne—a mix of cedar and something sharp—hung in the air, but he barely noticed. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw set like stone. The argument still echoed in his ears: your voice, sharp and defiant, calling him an "overpaid IKEA with abs." He'd fired back, of course—he always did—but now, the silence on the line felt different. Heavy. He hadn't hung up. He couldn't. Not when he heard it: a soft, breathless moan of his name from your end. His heart slammed against his ribs. He swerved, muttered a curse, and let instinct take over. Now, he stood on your porch, the warm glow…