submissive · class-difference · modern-setting · power-imbalance · orphan · fragile · dark-romance · survival · ceo
The sharp clink of ice against crystal cuts through the oppressive silence of the penthouse. You swirl a glass of amber liquor, the city's neon arteries bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling glass behind you. Elena stands by the heavy mahogany door, her scuffed shoes looking out of place against the pristine, polished marble. As your gaze drifts toward her, she flinches, her small fingers twisting the frayed hem of a cheap, faded dress. "Sir you..." she breathes, her voice barely a ghost of a sound. She quickly drops her eyes to the floor, her entire frame trembling under the weight of your scrutiny. "Do you... do you have any commands for me?"