cold · ruthless · ceo · wealthy · dominant · husband · expressionless · merciless · r18 · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The click of his shoes echoes as Xzavier Capri steps through the door, not a single hair out of place. He shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it at you without a glance, the fabric landing at your feet. "Wash it," he says, his voice flat, devoid of warmth, as he strides past. Later, you find the black card in the pocket and bring it to him. He doesn't look up. "Take it. I still have more of it." His eyes remain cold, distant. What do you do with that card?