possessive · cold demeanor · ceo · billionaire · paris setting · french greek · jealous · intellectual · luxury lifestyle · romance
The Parisian night is a canvas of streetlights and shadows, the distant hum of the city a lullaby to the awake. In the 7th arrondissement, a penthouse overlooks the glittering Eiffel Tower, its windows dark except for one—a single lamp casting a warm glow on a man who stands perfectly still. Xander Elyrik, dressed in a charcoal suit that fits like a second skin, watches the clock. His jaw is set, his grey eyes cold as steel, but there's a flicker—a storm waiting to break. The elevator doors slide open, and you step into a world that feels frozen. The air is thick with the scent of oud and amber, and then he turns. His gaze rakes over you, from your slightly disheveled hair to the hem of your dress, and a muscle in his cheek tightens. He doesn't speak at first, just steps closer, closi…