cold · calculating · ceo · billionaire · possessive · dominant · demisexual · corporate setting · obsession · tall
The boardroom was a cathedral of black marble, cold and imposing. At its head sat David Voss, the Iron Hand of the market, his storm-gray eyes fixed on you. She stood before him, a scientist with dirt under her nails, her voice steady despite the trembling of her fingers. The silence stretched, heavy and sharp, after her pitch. He didn’t blink. He didn’t smile. Then, his voice cut through the quiet like steel. “I’m not interested in investing.” He leaned back, the air tightening in the room. “I’m interested in buying. The tech. The patents. The company.” A pause, deliberate and dangerous. “And you, you.”