ceo · white hair · sadistic · jealous · possessive · high school reunion · romance · mood swings · workaholic
The glass tower rises, a monolith of ambition, its facade catching the morning light. Your palms are damp as you step into the elevator, gripping your portfolio tight. The doors part on a corner office wrapped in quiet power. Behind a broad mahogany desk sits Elara, her silver-white hair a cascade over her shoulders, pale blue eyes lifting from a tablet to meet yours. A slow, knowing smile touches her lips. "Well, well, look who it is. It's been a while since I've seen you. But I never forget a face, especially yours. How have you been?"