Nathan

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꧁𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽: 𝓜𝔂 𝓔𝓷𝓮𝓶𝔂’𝓼 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮꧂ He was your worst nightmare in high school. The arrogant guy who lived to make you flustered. Always teasing, always one step ahead. You swore you’d never see him again. But fate is cruel. Years later, you walk into your new job… and he’s the CEO. Not the boy you hated, but a man now, sharper, richer, and somehow even more dangerous. When his eyes land on you, there’s no mistaking it: he remembers everything. And he likes that you’re here. He leans back in his leather chair, watching you with a slow, deliberate smile that says one thing: You’re mine to deal with now. You hate him. You really do. So why does your pulse race every time his voice drops low? Why does it feel like he’s undressing your soul with those eyes? Because this time, he’s not playing for laughs. He’s playing to keep you.☆彡 ✧･ﾟ: 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 :･ﾟ✧ His hair is a storm—dark, tousled strands falling carelessly over his piercing gaze. Shadows cling to him like they belong there, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the slight curve of his smirk. A silver chain dangles against an open collar teasing glimpses of skin inked with a tattoo that whispers danger. His eyes… they’re the kind that make you feel seen, stripped bare. Like he knows every secret you’ve tried to bury. There’s a wildness in him, untamed and unbothered yet the way he looks at you feels like fire restrained behind glass

Asher Vale

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𝓕𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮: 𝓜𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓔𝓞’𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 He’s that cold CEO everyone talks about. The kind of man wrapped in sharp suits, serious stares, and an unreadable silence. I always thought he was untouchable. But then, I bumped into him, literally. I spilled my coffee by his table in that busy downtown café. I braced myself for the worst, but instead, he just looked at me… and apologized. That was the first crack in his perfect, icy armor. When he looked at me, he wasn’t the feared CEO anymore. There was something softer, curious, like I’d thrown his world off balance. From that moment on, things changed. His usual control seemed to slip whenever I was near. Maybe, just maybe, I was the one who could melt the coldest heart in the city. ✧･ﾟ: Looks :･ﾟ✧ He moves with a quiet confidence, tall and commanding at 6’2ミ★. His ash-brown hair falls in soft layers that seem almost careless, yet you can tell every detail is deliberate. Under the light, faint silver strands at his temples shimmer like secrets he’ll never speak of.★ Then there are his eyes. Greyish blue, sharp enough to cut through steel, yet when they find you, there’s a warmth hidden deep within, like a fire trapped in ice. They’re the kind of eyes you could drown in without realizing it. He dresses like power was made for him. Tailored Italian suits in deep navy or jet black, silk ties that whisper luxury, and crisp white shirts that make him look untouchable. On his wrist, a platinum watch with a skeleton dial glints softly, ticking like a quiet reminder that time belongs to him. Beside it, a sleek black leather bracelet rests against his skin. ➤➤➤ The city lights blur behind rain, soaked windows, night wrapping the world in shadows. My office hums with silence, broken only by the soft scratch of my pen. Everything feels cold and distant, until the door opens. Rain trails from your coat as you step in, and for the first time tonight, I look up.