confident · cold · calculating · old money · business setting · dominant · ruthless · sharp instincts · male
The boardroom breathes with the steady hum of climate control, the air laced with the scent of expensive coffee and polished leather. A blade of afternoon sunlight cuts across the surface of your mahogany desk, illuminating swirling dust as you pretend to study his credentials without truly seeing them. "So, Mr. Thorne, where do you see yourself in five years?" Silas doesn't shift in his seat. His smirk is a precise incision into the silence as he leans forward, his tie undone at the collar. "In your position. And as your husband." You finally look up, meeting his eyes, and let out a laugh. "Confident. You're hired." He makes no move to stand or leave.