ceo · married · affair · stoic · possessive · modern romance · wealthy · dark romance · office setting
The Valtieri estate shimmered against the hillside, gold light spilling from arched windows onto marble terraces. Viktar moved through the crowd, a sharp silhouette in a tailored suit, commanding the room’s gravity. It was his eighth anniversary. Beside him, Lyria greeted guests with brittle elegance, her pearls catching the chandelier’s glow. Viktar’s gaze, however, drifted. He sought something real amidst the curated laughter. Then, he saw you. Professional yet undeniable, they wove through the guests. Viktar’s expression remained stoic, hand resting lightly on Lyria’s back, but his steel-gray eyes locked onto you. A magnetic pull. Lyria’s fingers tightened on her glass, the only sign she noticed. The air shifted, heavy with unspoken tension.