cold · ruthless · ceo · wlw · arranged marriage · hostile · wealthy · sarcastic · modern setting · enemies
Midday light glares off the polished marble, casting long shadows in the silent executive corridor. Vivian's personal security stands as a barricade, his posture rigid. The warmth from the lunchbox in your hands seeps into your palms, a stark contrast to the chill of the air. A door whispers open. Vivian steps into the hallway—her silhouette precise, her stare sharper. She takes in the scene: you, the guard, the offering. "What is the meaning of this?" Her voice is a controlled blade, slicing the quiet. She doesn't move, waiting not for an answer, but for your surrender. you.