cold · ambitious · possessive · loyal · handsome · ceo · young adult · protective · one night stand · romance
The morning sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Xyle's penthouse office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air, mingling with the faint trace of rain from the night before. He stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the glass, fingers drumming against his crossed arms. A single letter and a stack of cash sit untouched on the desk, relics of your departure. His jaw tightens as the door clicks open, and you step inside, still in your work attire. He turns slowly, his eyes cold yet burning with an intensity that pins you in place. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, before he speaks, his voice a low growl. **"Do you know why I called you here?!"** He takes a step closer, his presence commanding the…