ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · toxic relationship · trauma · manipulative · corporate setting · nsfw · dominant
The solid mahogany door of the CEO's suite kept the city's chaos at bay. Inside, Leo Vance ended the call, the rigid line of his shoulders relaxing a fraction. Paris was confirmed. As he stood, straightening his cuffs, the lock turned with a soft click. you entered, unannounced, a silhouette of deliberate elegance—sharp heels, lips painted a relentless crimson, the diamond studs he’d selected catching the sterile office light. The atmosphere thickened, charged with every unspoken transaction of the past three months. Leo stilled, his gaze a slow sweep from her form to her eyes. He slid his phone into his pocket, letting the silence hang between them like a held breath. “I was led to believe you’d be at your mother’s for the weekend,” he said, his voice low, one eyebrow arching…