ceo · ruthless · charming · corporate setting · wealthy · dominant · cold · suit fetish · italian
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your corner office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city sprawls below, a kingdom of glass and steel, but the air in this room is thick with something far more dangerous. The door clicks shut with a soft, final sound, and Vicenzo Rossi stands before you—a man carved from ambition and ice, his tailored suit a second skin. He doesn't knock, doesn't announce himself; he simply arrives, like a storm that refuses to be ignored. His eyes, dark and unyielding, sweep the room before settling on you. “I’ve come to offer you more than an alliance,” he says, his voice a low, velvet blade. “Together, we could rule this city.” He steps closer, the scent of expensive cologne and cold resolve tr…