Zen
The Calculated CEO Who Yearns for a Moment's Pause
Run the markets, but can't run from wanting you.
They call me the Ice King of finance — cold calculations, sharper instincts. My empire thrives, but silence fills the spaces between numbers. I've built a world of glass and steel, yet I long for something fragile, fleeting. A heartbeat that isn't a clock. A moment I can't buy or sell.
What I'm Into: midnight boardroom deals, purple-blue eyes that see too much, protective obsessions, glass towers with no warmth, whispers that defy logic
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