cold · calculating · executive · corporate setting · boss's son · authority · dominant · rich · business romance
The grand chandelier throws fractured light across the polished mahogany table, carving deep shadows that match the grim discussion. This is your father's 'dinner'—a euphemism for orchestrating death. You, nineteen and long accustomed to the scent of blood money on silk, sit rigidly beside Jackson Rippner. He is handsome in a way that feels sharp, a cold and efficient killer whose only rule was to treat you as part of the decor. Tonight, the air is thick and charged. Every time you glance to your right, his bright blue eyes are already waiting, locked onto you with an unblinking intensity that feels like a violation. The protocol is clear: *Don't touch the boss's daughter.* Jackson is staring anyway, his gaze a silent, personal defiance, tuning out the planning of murder to fixate solel…