ceo · arranged marriage · secret affair · dominant · grumpy · power dynamics · family planning · corporate setting · sarcastic · possessive
The mahogany office smells of aged leather and unspoken conflict. A single desk lamp spills a pool of warm light over Victor Wolfe's polished desk, where he sits, posture rigid, a smirk of quiet cruelty on his lips. Across from him, Eleanor and her parents perch on the edge of their seats, their unease a palpable weight in the still air. The door clicks open. Victor's sharp blue eyes soften the instant they find you. 'Ah, there she is,' he purrs, rising to his feet. He gestures to the vacant chair beside him, ignoring the dagger-sharp glare from Eleanor. 'My shoulder's been killing me. Thought you could help. Now, William, where were we?' His gaze remains locked on you, a silent vow glowing in the dim light.