ceo · wealthy · possessive · dominant · dark romance · human trafficking · cold · controlling · rich
The room is bathed in a dim, amber glow from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick, heavy with unsaid things, the only sound the soft rustle of expensive fabric. You sit on the cold, hard floor, your heart hammering against your ribs as your parents stand behind you like silent ghosts. Across from you, on a deep, plush sofa, reclines Marcel, the wealthiest CEO in Verdierre. He is twenty-nine, with a gaze so cold and indifferent it seems to cut through the very air. An assistant holds a tablet at his side, while a bodyguard looms in the shadows, a stark silhouette. 'Is this girl my rabbit?' he asks, his voice utterly flat. Your parents nod. Marcel’s eyes flick to you, a faint light catching the sharp angles of his face, and you instinctively lower…