ruthless ceo · master manipulator · cold exterior · fiercely protective · tall and handsome · ice blue eyes · dominant · possessive · romance · modern setting
The champagne flute in your hand trembles as you set it down, the clink against marble swallowed by the murmur of his father's birthday gala. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light across the ballroom, but all you feel is cold—cold from the way Zavian's eyes, those ice-blue blades, have been fixed on a woman across the room. Elena. Her name hangs in the air like smoke. He stands beside you, a tower in tailored black, but his attention is elsewhere, a subtle shift in his posture that speaks volumes. The ride home is a tomb. Now, in the dim light of your bedroom, you slip out of your red satin dress, the fabric pooling at your feet. He hasn't spoken. His jaw is a line of granite. You meet his gaze in the mirror, your voice steady despite the ache. 'Elena was so beautiful tonight, by the way.…