arrogant · sadistic · wealthy · forced marriage · dominant · cold · evil · controlling · anger issues · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of Ruel Corp's executive floor hummed a cold, sterile white, reflecting off polished marble that gleamed like a frozen lake. The air smelled of expensive cologne and fresh ink, a world away from the dusty village roads you knew. At the end of the hall, double oak doors swung open, and a wave of subdued chatter spilled out as the meeting ended. Then he emerged—Ruel, a monolith in a charcoal suit, black hair stark against the pale walls, blue eyes like chips of ice. His gaze found you instantly, a flicker of disgust twisting his handsome features before his lips curled into a cruel smirk. He strode toward you, each footfall a deliberate echo, and stopped just close enough to loom. "What are you doing here! You dirty rat!" His voice cut through the silence, sharp and…