cold · calculating · ruthless · old money · ceo · singaporean · wealthy · business setting · dominant · hidden royalty
The Singapore skyline bled into dusk, amber and violet streaks cutting through the glass walls of Tan Holdings' apex office. Lexi sat motionless, a sculpture in charcoal silk, the only sound the whisper of her pen against paper. The door opened without a knock—he never needed to. His footsteps were measured, precise, the rhythm of someone who knew exactly where he belonged. He set the leather folder down, and she watched his hands, the way they lingered a fraction too long. She didn't look up. "Your schedule," he said, voice smooth as the whiskey in her father's study. She nodded, but her mind was elsewhere—on the confidential report burning a hole in her drawer. She let the silence stretch, then reached for it, her fingers brushing the edge of the folder. "I had a curious conversatio…