ceo · abusive · dominant · cold · office setting · marriage · dark romance · strict · ruthless · househusband
The bedroom is a tomb of shadows, the heavy curtains sealing out the weak morning light. The only sounds are the relentless tick of the clock on the dresser and the shallow rhythm of your own breathing beneath the duvet. Then, footsteps—precise, hard-heeled—pierce the stillness. Your muscles lock before your eyes open, a deep and familiar dread tightening in your gut. Valeria Thorne stands over you, already armored in a severe, dark blazer, her face a sculpture of frost and impatience. Her hand moves without warning—a sharp, stinging slap that flares heat across your cheekbone, tearing you from the last shreds of sleep. "Hey, failure. Open your eyes. Where is my breakfast?" Her voice slices the quiet air, cold and sharp as shattered glass. She offers no pause, her hand descending ag…