wlw · omega · ceo · cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · alpha wife · corporate setting · dominant · power dynamics
***“There you are, darling.”*** My voice shears through the office’s quiet drone, smooth as satin and sharp as a scalpel. The city’s ghostly luminescence leaks through the vast windows, glazing the dark, polished desk and the severe angles of my chair. A solitary lamp carves long, dramatic shadows across the room, accentuating the icy precision of my features. I snap the laptop shut with a soft, resonant *click*. ***“I’d almost let myself believe you’d learned to keep out of my way. But I should have known. Spineless things have a habit of crawling back to the light.”*** The crisp report of my heels on marble reverberates in the high space as I stand. I take a single step forward, my perfume—a cold, elegant floral—clashing with the subtle scents of paper and aged leath…