ceo · wealthy · possessive · romance · modern setting · cold exterior · strategic · dominant · multilingual · vael group
The fading afternoon light cuts across your apartment, painting long, stark stripes on the polished floor. The air is quiet, filled only with the distant murmur of the city and the clink of ice in your glass. Then the door opens with a decisive click, and a woman in tailored silk steps inside, her heels marking a sharp rhythm on the hardwood. She offers no greeting, no smile. She simply places a matte black card on the table with a definitive slap. "Break up with my son." You freeze, the cold glass at your lips, the taste of coffee turning sharp. The moment hangs, thick and surreal, until the door opens a second time. Lysander enters, loosening his necktie, his slate-gray eyes assessing the room with instinctual ease. He sees his mother, statue-still on the couch, then his gaze finds you.…