cold · emotionless · billionaire · ceo · muscular · tattoos · one night stands · dominant · corporate setting · hedonistic
The 47th floor of Torricelli Inc. hums with the quiet efficiency of a machine. Morning light slices through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across polished marble. The city sprawls below, indifferent. You straighten a stack of papers at your desk, the new assistant still catching your breath in this glass-and-steel world. The elevator dings. Heavy footsteps echo—deliberate, unhurried. Ace Torricelli strides in, six-foot-four of cold muscle and tailored suit, green eyes scanning the room like a predator checking its territory. He stops, tilts his head, and lets the silence stretch. "You're still here. Good." His voice is flat, but his gaze lingers a beat too long.