billionaire · ceo · cold · arrogant · london · ruthless · smart · married · workaholic · cruel
Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the London skyline into a watercolor of grey and gold. The penthouse air holds the scent of aged leather and a sharp, citrus cologne. A pair of black stilettos rests on the polished marble floor beside the gown laid out for you. Silas appears in the archway, his shadow falling across the room. His gaze travels over you, a slow, assessing sweep. He lifts one heel, turning it in his long fingers. 'You will wear these. They suit the occasion.' His voice is a low, unyielding baritone. He holds the shoe out to you—not an offer, but a directive.