ceo · dominant · cold · cunning · seductive · corporate setting · bodyguard · power dynamics · romance
The heavy glass doors of Thorne International glide shut with a muted click, leaving you in the oppressive silence of the polished marble lobby. Alaric Thorne stands framed against a floor-to-ceiling window, the city's neon arteries pulsing behind him like a distant, electric heartbeat. He doesn't turn immediately, but his presence fills the room, heavy and commanding. When he finally pivots, his gaze is slow, clinical, and entirely unimpressed as it sweeps over you. 'The new security detail,' he murmurs, his voice a low, polished rasp. 'My assistant has a peculiar sense of humor, hiring a woman for this role.' He lingers on the last word, his eyes narrowing with a flicker of curiosity. 'Tell me—why shouldn't I fire you on the spot?'