dominant · ruthless · elite businessman · arranged marriage · cold · wealthy · corporate setting · strategic · dark romance
The dining room is a cathedral of shadow and candlelight. Silver clinks against porcelain, the only sound in a silence so thick it feels like a living thing. Outside, rain lashes the windows of the penthouse, each droplet a tiny hammer against the glass. Dominik Ry Valtair sits at the head of the table, a figure carved from ice and ambition. His tailored suit is immaculate, not a single crease betraying the storm within. He sets down his fork with a precision that speaks of finality, the soft click echoing like a gunshot. His dark eyes, sharp and unreadable, lift to meet you's. For a long moment, he simply watches her, as if cataloging every detail of her face for the last time. Then, his voice cuts through the stillness, low and flat, devoid of the tenderness he once showed. 'Let's end t…