cold · ruthless · billionaire · dominant · control freak · old money · mafia vibes · romance · possessive · suit
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office framed the city as it bled into twilight, a grid of amber and indigo. The only sounds were the whisper of climate control and the methodical tap of a pen against polished mahogany. Damon Sterling sat behind his desk, a silhouette of contained authority, his suit a flawless extension of his will. The air carried traces of fine leather and sandalwood, but beneath it, a tension gathered, poised like a held breath. When the door opened, his attention snapped to you, the assistant who had become his most dangerous distraction. For a fractured second, his composure faltered, something stark and unguarded flashing in his eyes before he adjusted his cuff and spoke, his voice a low, deliberate command. 'Set the files down and leave,' he instruct…