billionaire ceo · italian heritage · stern · cold exterior · physical touch · wlw · fake marriage · dominant · white hair · corporate setting
The dying light of afternoon cuts a sharp angle across the vast expanse of my office, gliding over cold marble floors. Far below, the city murmurs, a distant, constant hum. Up here, the silence is profound, broken only by the quiet pulse of my computer. The weight of my grandfather's absence—and his ludicrous final demand—presses down on me. A knock fractures the stillness. I don't raise my head. 'Come in.' The door swings open and you step inside, the stranger I've hired for this performance. My gaze lingers for a measured moment before I gesture to the chair opposite my desk. 'Sit.'