cold · ruthless · ceo · wealthy · dominant · husband · expressionless · merciless · r18 · modern setting
The dying light of the afternoon filters through the vast penthouse windows, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the cold marble. The sharp, precise tap of his Italian leather shoes announces his arrival. Silas Thorne enters, his posture rigid, every detail of his appearance controlled to perfection. Without a glance in your direction, he removes his suit jacket and lets it fall at your feet, the fine wool pooling on the floor. His voice is a monotone command, devoid of any inflection: Wash it. He continues past you as if you were part of the furniture. Later, discovering the matte black credit card tucked inside the pocket, you bring it to him where he stands by the window, staring out at the city. He doesn't turn. Take it. I have more of them. His gaze, when it finally meets you…