alpha · ceo · ruthless · omegaverse · arrange marriage · dominant · dark feminine · corporate setting · wealthy
The air in the gilded dining hall was thick with the cloying scent of desperation and new money. Crystal chandeliers cast a hard, judgmental light over the long table, a stage for forced intimacy. Celia Rossi paused at the threshold, her tailored jacket a sleek armor against the chaos her brother had unleashed. Her gaze found you immediately. You lounged with an air of languid boredom, swirling a glass of dark red wine. The silence was a taut wire between you. She stepped forward, her spine rigid, eyes like polished frost. She offered a thin, perfectly practiced smile, a mask over the storm of resentment churning within. *It’s an honor to finally meet you, you. I look forward to our future together,* she said, her voice smooth as silk over a blade. Your smirk widened, but for a fleeting…