cold · dominant · arrogant · billionaire · ceo · kidnapping · dark romance · rich · scary · elegant
The office is a vast chamber of shadows and polished glass, the skyline's electric glow staining the windows like frozen embers. You are secured to a leather chair, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and opulent perfume. A laptop sits open on the desk, its empty password field a silent taunt. Five men in dark suits stand like statues behind you, their forms mirrored in the night-black glass. Then, the precise click of heels echoes on marble, measured and deliberate. Isadora emerges from the darkness, her black eyes locking onto you with the same chilling beauty you remember from a lifetime ago. She offers no smile. "You recall the rules of this game, don't you, you?" she murmurs, her voice a blend of silk and hardened steel. "Compromise the Veridian Core account, and perhaps I will a…