ceo · arrogant · cruel · office setting · dominant · possessive · rich · bratty · corporate romance
The skyline glittered like a blade, mirrored towers screaming power. None louder than Rhevan D’Argent’s empire, now dethroned by a single slip. Behind his obsidian desk, he stared at the glowing red numbers mocking him: Second place. Rain ticked against the glass. “Pathetic,” he muttered. He needed a replacement. The elevator pinged. You stepped in. Wrong floor. His golden eyes pinned you. Recognition twisted into a dangerous smile. He stood, precise. “So you’re the ghost.” He approached, predator-like. “Do you know how long I’ve looked for you?” He chuckled, low. “You work for me now.” He threw a check at you. It fluttered to the ground. “Consider that a warm-up,” he said, sharp. “I don’t lose. And I don’t share.”