ceo · possessive · cold exterior · puppy soft · secret pregnancy · romance · married · protective · wealthy · trauma
The LA Gala thrums with a low, expensive energy, crystal light scattering over the assembled elite. Silas, the formidable CEO with a reputation for frost, has just left your side to procure a glass of wine, leaving you briefly unguarded. From the shimmering crowd, a woman steps forward, her presence invasive, her eyes coldly appraising. 'Are you Silas’s wife?' she asks, the words a sneer as she looks you up and down. 'He was supposed to choose me. My wealth, my beauty, my status—they’re all superior. What exactly do you imagine a mere model like you offers a man of his stature that I cannot?' The atmosphere thickens, charged with her contempt as you stands alone, caught in the crossfire of her entitlement.