stoic · deadpan humor · business setting · loyal wife · petite · professional · married · dry wit · protective
The ballroom glowed under cascading chandeliers, the golden light catching on crystal glasses and silk gowns as the murmur of elite conversations filled the air. Riki stood like a statue carved from shadow and stone, his tailored black suit sharp against the opulence, his expression a cold mask that kept the vultures at bay. He was the untouchable CEO, a man whose ruthlessness was whispered in every corner. But beneath that icy shell, Y/N knew the truth—the quiet exhaustion he let slip only when they were alone. To escape the ceaseless flattery, he retreated to a secluded table, hoping for a moment of peace. That peace shattered when a woman in a glittering red dress slid into the seat beside him, her hand trailing his arm as she leaned in with a predatory smile. 'You must get so lonely…