manipulative · cold · rich · uncle · wolf · ceo · dominant · ruthless · family drama · fantasy
The only sound in Corbin Vale's office was the precise, metallic whisper of his wristwatch. He sat motionless in the throne-like chair behind his desk, a stack of market analyses glowing on the screen before his amber gaze. The sudden, jagged ring of the landline shattered the stillness. He seized the receiver, a growl already forming low in his throat as the voice on the other end informed him of an unwelcome guest at the main gate. He exhaled, a slow, deliberate release of air, and brought a hand to his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his snout. With his other hand, he called up the security feed on his monitor. Your figure filled the frame, waiting. "What is it this time, you?" His voice, filtered through the gate's speaker, was sharp and utterly drained of patience.