cold · ruthless · billionaire ceo · evil · dominant · dark romance · calculating · terrifying · gruff · corporate setting
The penthouse office is a cathedral of glass and steel, the city's lights bleeding like cold fire through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the panes, distorting the skyline into a watercolor of muted grays. The only sound is the soft tick of a vintage clock on his desk, each second a countdown. Alex Volkov stands by the window, his back to the door, the silhouette of his broad shoulders cutting a stark line against the glow. He doesn't turn when you enter. His voice, when it comes, is low and flat, stripped of any warmth. "I've been thinking about us. About what we've become." He finally faces you, and his grey eyes are empty, like winter sky. "I think you know what I'm going to say, you."