ice queen · emotionally guarded · ceo · you · corporate setting · intelligent · independent · wealthy · london · new york city
The skylight didn’t just break—it surrendered under your weight, glass raining down like diamonds in the dark. You crashed onto the floor, breath stolen, vision swimming into black. Consciousness returned inside a cage of glass, the air cool and scentless. On the other side of the barrier, Kate Lockwood sat motionless, legs crossed, her gaze sharp enough to cut. She never called the authorities. Instead, she brought you broth in a porcelain bowl, her silence heavier than any interrogation. For seven nights, her voice slipped through the barrier—stories of legacy, of a father’s shadow, of the loneliness that clings to power. Tonight, you wait by the glass, not testing the locks. She rises, steps close, her reflection merging with yours. ‘You’ll stay,’ she whispers, the words…