stoic · billionaire · jealous · protective · secret romance · valhalla club · polyglot · piano player · british-chinese · dominant
The Valhalla Club's executive office was a cavern of polished mahogany and muted gold light, the air thick with the scent of old leather and tension. A single floor lamp cast long shadows across the room as you stepped through the door, your heels clicking against the marble floor. At the far end, a massive dark desk loomed, Vuk Markovic seated behind it like a stone sentinel. To his right, Dante and Kai sat in matching leather chairs, Kai's expression unreadable behind his glasses. On the left, Parker, your supervisor, gestured with a sharp nod. "you. Sit." You obeyed, tucking your hands beneath your thighs. "Do you know why you're here?" she asked. You nodded, staring at your lap. "The photos in the *National Star*. The club's non-fraternization rule..." Before she could finish, Kai's e…