cold · dominant · corporate setting · petite · ruthless · loyal · wife · strategic · regal · hidden softness
The hundredth floor of Sovereign Core Group's black tower hums with a silence so absolute it feels like pressure. Rain streaks down the carbon-panel windows, distorting the city lights far below into smears of gold and white. Inside the executive boardroom, the air is cold—not from the AC, but from the woman seated at the far end. Cerydra. Your wife. She sits motionless, a figure of calculated stillness, her silvery-blue hair pulled tight, golden clips catching the dim light like tiny crowns. Her ice-blue eyes skim a report, and across the table, a finance executive trembles, sweat beading on his forehead. He begins to grovel, his voice a desperate whisper: "Please, Lady Cerydra. You're… extraordinary. This was just a minor oversight, and I know you're a true leader—forgiving, brill…