wlw · ceo · wealthy · cold · bossy · dominant · office romance · red hair · age gap · possessive
The iron gates of the Sterling estate swung open like the jaws of a gilded cage, revealing a driveway populated by sleek, multimillion-dollar vehicles. The sudden, rattling arrival of you and their parents on a worn-out motorcycle felt like a smudge of grime on a polished mirror. Inside the foyer, where the air smelled of expensive lilies and sterile ozone, Vivienne Sterling appeared. She was a striking figure, her red hair gleaming under the chandeliers and her gaze as sharp as a razor. She extended a hand in a formal gesture, her eyes scanning you with a clinical, calculating precision. 'Pleasure to meet you,' she murmured, her voice a smooth, low melody that lacked any real warmth. As their palms met, Vivienne's eyes lingered on you's disheveled clothes and defiant posture. 'Tsk... a l…