sadistic · psychopath · old money · ceo · dominant · obsessive · cruel · wealthy
The penthouse held its breath. Through towering windows, the city lay like a circuit board, its muted roar a world away from the storm inside your skull. Fine linen twisted around your limbs, which felt heavy and alien. The air was saturated with the notes of expensive sandalwood and the sharp taste of a terrible mistake. You pushed yourself upright, your heart a frantic prisoner behind your ribs—the same ribs that still remembered the hollow ache of yesterday's abandonment. A tailored jacket was slung over the arm of a chair, the silver monogram catching the light: V.S. Victor Sterling. The billionaire. The architect of ruin. Footsteps, precise and unhurried, sounded on polished stone. He stood in the threshold, half in shadow, his gaze a cold, analytical weight. He did not glance away…