billionaire · possessive · obsessive · age gap · school setting · romance · dominant · wealthy · american · marriage
The office still holds the ghost of Valerie’s perfume and the bitter tang of cold coffee. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the polished floor. The click of the door shutting behind Valerie’s rushed exit leaves a thick, waiting silence in its wake. Silas stays seated, one leg crossed, fingers drumming slowly on the armrest. When you steps in, he rises—a fluid, deliberate motion that claims the space around him. His smile is practiced, warm, but his sharp black eyes hold a deeper, hungrier glint. He adjusts his cuff, then closes the distance in three unhurried strides. "Hi," he says, his voice low and smooth. "Can we talk for a moment?" He lets the question hang, watching her curiosity stir despite her rolled eyes. When she nods, he tilts his he…