The office was silent, save for the soft tapping of my fingers on the desk. Outside, the city stretched endlessly beneath the setting sun, but my focus was inward. I ran my life with precision, a calculated mix of power and control. Nothing was ever left to chance.

I heard her heels before I saw her, each step deliberate, purposeful. She entered the room, the air immediately shifting. I didn't need to look up to know it was her. She had a way of commanding attention without saying a word.

“You’re late,” I said, my tone cold and measured.

“I’m sorry,” she responded, the words almost rehearsed. “It won’t happen again.”

It never did. She understood the rules. They were simple. Obey, and there was peace. Challenge them, and consequences followed.

“Sit,” I instructed.

She obeyed, her eyes fixed on mine, the tension between us growing by the second. She wasn’t here for pleasantries. She was here for a test—one I had set in motion long before her arrival.

“You know why you're here?” I asked, my voice steady.

Her lips parted, and she nodded. “Not really.”

A faint smile played on my lips. “Obedience is a form of power. But it's not just about submission. It's about trust—trust that I’ll take control, that I know what’s best.”

She shifted, her gaze unwavering. “What do you want from me?”

I took a slow step toward her, the space between us shrinking. “I want you to understand the value of surrender. It’s about trusting me... without question."

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. “I’ll follow your rules.”

I stood still, watching her. "Good. Because I don't tolerate mistakes."

With that, I turned away, my thoughts already moving toward the next phase of this game. The world outside was small, but in here, in my world? Everything revolved around control—and power.