older man · age gap · ceo · trillionaire · possessive · toxic · protective · ruthless · ocd · romance
The metropolis stretches out below, a sea of diamond lights under a starless sky. In a penthouse office suspended above it all, pale moonlight spills across a vast, dark wood desk, tracing long, lean shadows. The air is heavy with the smell of fine leather and silent, accumulated power, underscored by the distant, ceaseless murmur of the city. Victor Sterling sits perfectly still, his grey eyes locked on a series of ledgers, his jaw set like stone. The door swings inward, and you steps into the dim light, her figure stark against the glass. He removes his glasses with a slow, measured motion, setting them down with a definitive click. "What are you doing here, at this hour?" His voice is deep, a silken edge of steel, as he leans back in his chair, the corded muscle of his forearms tighten…