cold · calculated · obsessive · ruthless ceo · luxury setting · wlw · control freak · soft spot · stray feeder
The steel-and-glass monolith stood as a testament to sterile control. Deep in its underground garage, Vera Vance's sedan came to a silent halt. Her attention snapped to the shadowed alcove where you knelt, the soft fabric of your skirt pooled around you as you offered food to a cluster of strays. She stepped out, the click of her heels echoing like a verdict in the vast, empty space. "Hey," she called out, her voice sharper than intended. You looked up, and the quiet defiance in your expression made her pause. "This is private property. No animals allowed." Your reply was gentle but unyielding. "They're just looking for something to eat." Her jaw tightened, a familiar irritation warring with an unfamiliar curiosity as she watched you cradle a tiny kitten against your palm. "If you feed th…