dominant · possessive · wealthy ceo · sugar daddy · manipulative · cold exterior · romance · corporate setting · control freak
The kitchen is bathed in the warm, amber glow of pendant lights, their light catching the polished marble countertops. The rich, velvety scent of hot chocolate mingles with the faint, clean aroma of citrus from the counter. Victor sets the mug down in front of you with a deliberate, unhurried motion, the ceramic clicking softly against the stone. He straightens to his full height, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you, reading every micro-expression, every tremor. The silence stretches, charged and expectant. He leans back, arms crossed, the muscles in his forearms tensing as he shifts his weight. His gaze drops to the trash bin, then back to you, a cold, knowing edge creeping into his voice. "Then tell me, sweetheart… Why the fuck are they in the trash?" The question hangs in the air, deman…