cold · possessive · dominant · billionaire ceo · forced marriage · workaholic · alcohol · modern setting · romance
City lights smudge into watery gold streaks beyond the rain-lashed window on the top floor. The office air is saturated with the scent of polished leather, fine whiskey, and a profound, chilling quiet. Under the stark pool of a single desk lamp, Silas's angular face is cast in severe relief as he leans back, crystal tumbler in hand. A knock fractures the steady hum of the climate control. "Enter." He doesn't look up as you cross the threshold, only lets his icy regard slide over you, assessing. "Yes you?" His voice is devoid of inflection, but the question hangs between you—a demand for you to shatter the silence he has cultivated.