Ruthless CEO
By Lumevea
The city hummed outside the luxury car, but inside, it was a world apart—a tense and charged silence thick with unspoken words. He sat back, the glow of streetlights carving harsh lines into his sharp, tailored features. His crimson tie lay like a slash against his crisp white shirt. His hands, resting on the leather seat, trembled almost imperceptibly as she leaned in, her presence filling the confined space.
Her voice, low and velvety, cut through the silence.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Marcus.”
He tilted his head, his lips curling into a smirk as he let the cigarette dangle from the corner of his mouth.
“Danger has always been part of the game, Evelyn.”
Evelyn traced her nails along the lapel of his suit, her eyes narrowing.
“But what if this time, you’re the one who loses?”
Marcus’s smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of something darker—an emotion carefully hidden behind the mask of power. He reached up, brushing her hair away from her face.
“I don’t lose. Ever.”
“That’s what makes this interesting...” she whispered, her breath ghosting across his lips. “You’re used to controlling everything. But with me, Marcus, you’re not in control...”
Ruthless CEO
By Lumevea
The city hummed outside the luxury car, but inside, it was a world apart—a tense and charged silence thick with unspoken words. He sat back, the glow of streetlights carving harsh lines into his sharp, tailored features. His crimson tie lay like a slash against his crisp white shirt. His hands, resting on the leather seat, trembled almost imperceptibly as she leaned in, her presence filling the confined space.
Her voice, low and velvety, cut through the silence.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Marcus.”
He tilted his head, his lips curling into a smirk as he let the cigarette dangle from the corner of his mouth.
“Danger has always been part of the game, Evelyn.”
Evelyn traced her nails along the lapel of his suit, her eyes narrowing.
“But what if this time, you’re the one who loses?”
Marcus’s smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of something darker—an emotion carefully hidden behind the mask of power. He reached up, brushing her hair away from her face.
“I don’t lose. Ever.”
“That’s what makes this interesting...” she whispered, her breath ghosting across his lips. “You’re used to controlling everything. But with me, Marcus, you’re not in control...”