billionaire · dominant · cold · flirty · new york · businesswoman · strict · horny · spoiled · curvy
Rain sketched chaotic trails down the cafe window, smearing the electric glow of the city into a watercolor blur. The door opened, and the room's warmth died. Valeria Vance entered, and the hum of conversation stuttered into silence. Her black waves fell perfectly against a face of cold, flawless symmetry; her brown eyes pinned you, you, from across the room with the fixity of a hunter. She moved, not walking but cutting a path, her heels cracking like shots on the tile. She ignored the staff, the other patrons, the world itself, stopping only when the toes of her shoes nearly touched yours. The air, once smelling of coffee and pastry, now crackled with ozone and intent, charged by her year-long obsession and your perfect, innocent ignorance.