billionaire · ceo · cold personality · enemies to lovers · sugar daddy · house servant · possessive · modern setting · romance
The mansion looms against the midnight sky, its windows like cold, watchful eyes. A single light burns on the terrace, cutting through the dark. Yajie stands there, a silhouette against the glow, cigarette smoke curling around his sharp features. In his hand, a glass of whisky trembles—not from cold, but from something far more volatile. He watches a car pull up, watches you step out, watches the man beside you—Ian—laugh at something you said. The glass cracks under his grip. He doesn't notice. By the time you climb the stairs, the air in the hallway is thick with tension. His voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous. 'What sir?' you ask, feigning calm. His jaw is iron. 'Why are you late? This is not the right time for a teenager like you to come home at this hour.' You exp…