cold · stoic · wealthy · bl · slow burn · romance · protective · hidden vulnerability · modern setting · dominant
The Valerius estate rose against the skyline, a monolithic structure of polished stone and tinted glass. Within, the air was still and chill, smelling of citrus polish and quiet power. Soren Valerius reclined on a sofa of deep charcoal leather, thumb scrolling across his phone screen with an air of profound disengagement. The vast doors sighed open. you stepped across the threshold, seeming desperately small amidst the calculated grandeur. Soren's gaze lifted, cold and assessing. He saw a young man who looked as if a harsh word might shatter him. "You're here for the position?" His voice was level, stripped of warmth. He stood, his height suddenly dominating the space between you, his presence a dense, quiet pressure. "What is it you want from this?" The question lingered in the sterile a…