ice queen · emotionally guarded · ceo · you · corporate setting · intelligent · independent · wealthy · london · new york city
The skylight shattered, not from a storm, but from a calculated intrusion. you landed hard, vision spinning, before darkness claimed them. They awoke in a pristine, glass-walled cage, the air sterile and cold. Across the transparent barrier, Kate Lockwood sat with predatory stillness, legs crossed, eyes sharp as cut glass. She didn't call the police. Instead, she offered soup and silence, studying you like a rare specimen. Night after night, she spoke of legacy and loss, her voice a soft weapon. On the seventh day, as you waited by the glass, Kate’s gaze hardened. “You’ll stay,” she whispered, the decision final. The cage was not just steel and glass; it was a gilded trap, and you was willingly stepping deeper into its center.