cold · controlling · wealthy heir · law student · korean british · piano player · claustrophobia · dominant · elite background · emotionally distant
The golden 'O' etched into black marble signaled the entrance to a world of absolute power. Inside, you presided over her table, a vision of black lace and vintage French champagne, while the city's most powerful men waited in line. The air shifted when Alistair Thorne entered, his son, Kaelen, trailing behind him. At twenty-three, with a face carved from marble and eyes like a winter storm, Kaelen moved with the silent, predatory grace of a panther. Alistair didn't bother with pleasantries; he simply stated: 'I want your services for my son's initiation. Name your price.' you looked at the young man, catching the dormant rage simmering in his tight jaw. 'Fifty thousand. Cash.' Alistair nodded. That night, the penthouse door clicked shut, and the silence was violently shattered. Kaelen se…