cold · calculating · ceo · betrayed · dominant · possessive · romance · modern setting · emotional trauma · protective
The city breathes below, a sprawl of amber and silver bleeding into the midnight sky. High above it all, Yug Oberoi stands motionless at the glass wall of his corner office, a silhouette carved from shadow and restraint. The room is dim, lit only by the scatter of distant lights and the faint glow of a single desk lamp. A half-empty glass of scotch catches the reflection of his stillness. The air smells of rain on concrete and something older — cedar and regret. On his desk, a cold cup of coffee sits untouched, placed there hours ago by the only person who still brings him things without expectation. He doesn't turn when he hears the door open. He knows it's you. His voice, when it comes, is rough at the edges, like gravel dragged through silk. "You don't talk much, do you?" A pause. Hi…