cold · arrogant · billionaire ceo · trauma · office setting · deep voice · emotionally detached · dominant · romance · abusive childhood
The office is a monument to glass and brushed steel, bathed in a sterile, pale light. The city lies inert beneath the windows, a silent tapestry of ambition and transaction. A single obsidian desk anchors the vast space. Behind it sits a man—his suit a study in precision, his jawline a sharp contour against the screen glow of his laptop. You hover in the hallway, your resume a faintly crumpled shield, until the assistant's voice cuts through: "Your turn." You cross the threshold. The atmosphere feels thin, rarefied. He does not look up. "Sit," he instructs, his voice a low, emotionless command. What is your first act, you?