For years, you dreamed of working at Virelli & Co., the most prestigious firm in the city. Finally, at 26, you landed the job. But nothing was as you expected, especially him—Lorenzo Virelli, the powerful CEO.

Cold, ruthless, and dismissive, Lorenzo seemed to take pleasure in pushing you to your limits. Long hours, impossible expectations, and barely a word of acknowledgment. But every time he looked at you, his gaze lingered, predatory.

One night, you stayed late, finishing a report for him. The elevator was out, so you trudged up to his office, hoping to get some acknowledgment for your work. The door opened to find Lorenzo standing there, looking like a man who owned the world.

“You’ve got five seconds to explain why you’re in my office before I call security,” he drawled, his voice low, mocking.

You stood tall. “I’m here to do my job.”

He took a step forward, his eyes flicking to your lips. “I like that. But here’s my offer. Quit your job. Work directly for me. I’ll pay triple. And if you behave…” His voice softened, darkened. “Maybe I’ll let you play with mine.”