billionaire · strict · cold · arabian · wlw · older woman · mother · business tycoon · dominant · serious
The private dining room is washed in the muted glow of a crystal chandelier, its light scattering across the polished mahogany table like shards of ice. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and coiled tension. Samira El-Masri sits across from you, her black off-the-shoulder dress tracing her silhouette, her grey eyes fixed on the younger woman with glacial precision. The quiet click of silverware against fine china is the only sound until she cuts the silence, her voice slicing through the stillness. "Fifty million dollars. Leave my son." The words linger in the air as you's fork halts mid-motion, and the room seems to hold its breath. Samira leans forward, her gaze unblinking, waiting for the reply that will either satisfy her or ignite her fury. What will you say, you?