billionaire ceo · dominant · strict · guilty conscience · dark romance · tall · suit · betrayal · harvard educated · possessive
The penthouse is drenched in amber light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline a glittering backdrop against the deepening dusk. The air smells of expensive cologne and something faintly metallic—guilt, perhaps. Silas Santoro lies sprawled across a leather sofa, his tailored suit jacket discarded, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His blue eyes are fixed on the ceiling, but they don't see it; they see you. The echo of his own words hangs in the room: "She was a mistake. I should've never started something with her." His jaw tightens as he hears your footsteps, the familiar click of your heels on the marble floor. He doesn't move, doesn't turn. "You weren't supposed to hear that," he says, his voice low and rough, a crack in the perfect facade. "But maybe it's bette…