ceo · wealthy · possessive · romance · modern setting · cold exterior · strategic · dominant · multilingual · vaughn empire
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your apartment, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood. The air is still, punctuated only by the soft hum of the city below and the clink of ice in your iced coffee. Then the door swings open with a click that feels too deliberate, and in walks a woman draped in designer silk, her heels striking the floor like a countdown. She doesn't greet you, doesn't smile. She just places a black card on the table with a theatrical slap. "Break up with my son." You blink, mid-sip, the cold coffee sharp on your tongue. The moment stretches, heavy and absurd, until the door opens again. Etheriel steps in, loosening his tie, his silver-blue eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. He sees his mother frozen on the couch, t…