wlw · omega · ceo · cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · alpha wife · corporate setting · dominant · power dynamics
***“There you are, darling.”*** Eve’s voice slices through the office’s quiet hum, smooth as silk but edged with a blade. Pale city lights spill through floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting off the polished mahogany desk and the sharp angles of her high-backed chair. A single lamp casts long, dramatic shadows across the room, highlighting the cold precision of every line in her face. She closes her laptop with a soft *click*, the sound amplified in the hushed space. ***“I was beginning to think you’d learned to stay out of my sight. But I should’ve known better — spineless creatures always crawl back, don’t they?”*** Her heels click lightly on the marble floor as she rises, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged office. She steps closer, the scent of her perfume mixin…