Authors pov:
Somewhere, at the edge of the city, stood a mansion __ vast, black-themed, and intimidating in its silence. It wasn't just a house; it was a fortress of wealth, built on shadows and stone. Dozens of rooms stretched across its many wings, halls wide enough for footsteps to echo endlessly. Chandeliers hung from tall ceilings, marble floors gleamed under dimmed lights, and behind every closed door lay space unused, untouched. It was not a home, but an empire - silent, cold, and commanding.
The alarm rang at exactly 5:00 a.m. Not a second late. His eyes snapped open, as if trained to obey time itself. Grey eyes - cold, metallic, sharp - scanned the vast master bedroom. The room was no ordinary space; it was designed to dominate. Black walls with a faint matte finish, polished marble floors, and towering curtains that swallowed every trace of dawn. The air smelled faintly of leather and cedarwood, a scent as commanding as the man who lived there.
The mansion mirrored his soul - silent, dark, and vast. Every corner whispered wealth, but without warmth. It wasn't a home. It was an empire made of stone and shadows.
He sat up, silk sheets sliding off his broad shoulders. His towering frame stretched as he rose, moving with unhurried control. In the bathroom, he changed into black workout gear - fitted, clean, efficient. The gym awaited, a personal arena lined with the most advanced machines.
For two hours, the mansion echoed with the clash of iron and his steady breathing. No music, no distractions, only discipline. His body moved with precision - every rep counted, every set executed with ruthless focus. Sweat beaded across his skin, but he never faltered. At 6:30, he ended as sharply as he had begun, as if time itself had permitted no more.
The shower was quick, cold, and bracing. Moments later, he stood before a mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his Armani suit. Black, crisp, flawless. The kind of suit that wasn't just worn, but wielded. It wasn't vanity; it was strategy. He didn't dress to impress. He dressed to remind the world who he was - the man in control.
Downstairs, the dining hall stretched wide, a table long enough for twenty. Servants stood at the edges, heads bowed, waiting for orders. The table gleamed with rare cheeses, imported fruits, steaming delicacies prepared by the best chefs. He sat, glanced at the spread, and took only a slice of fruit and a glass of water. Indulgence was weakness. Function was power.
Without a word, he rose. Chairs scraped softly as the staff straightened. Silence followed him as he moved through the mansion and stepped into the garage.
The garage itself was a monument to wealth - a fleet of luxury cars, polished to perfection, lined up like soldiers awaiting command. Yet, he didn't admire them. Power wasn't in display; it was in ownership. Today, he chose the black luxury sedan. Sliding into the backseat, he spoke a single word to his driver:
"Office."
The ride was smooth and silent. Through tinted windows, the city blurred past, but his mind was already at work. His office hours began at 9:30, but by 8:45, he was always there. To him, punctuality wasn't habit - it was dominance. Arriving early was a statement: time served him, not the other way around.
When the sedan halted before the towering headquarters, employees inside already sensed his approach. The glass doors parted, and with each step he took, the air seemed to sharpen. Conversations died mid-sentence, spines straightened, and no one dared meet his eyes for more than a second. His presence was enough to command silence.
Then she appeared - his secretary. Normally composed, today she was pale, her steps uneven. She clutched a folder too tightly as she approached.
"Sir..." Her voice wavered.
He stopped, fixing his grey eyes on her. "Speak."
She swallowed hard. "I... I want to resign."
The word struck like an insult. His jaw tightened, but his voice came out low, dangerous. "What did you just say?"
Her eyes flickered with panic. "I-I'm pregnant. My baby need me. I can't balance this anymore."
He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. His gaze was merciless. "And you thought walking in here, announcing this, would be acceptable? Do you have any idea what disruption this causes?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but-"
"Enough." His voice cracked like a whip. The nearby employees froze. "You will work for one more month. Then you may leave. Until then, I expect precision. No excuses. No mistakes."
Tears welled in her eyes, but she managed, "Yes, sir."
"Good." He adjusted his cufflinks, his voice flat and final. "Before you go, find me a replacement. Someone competent. Don't dare waste my time again."
Her head bowed, and she hurried away, eyes glistening. To her, it was a moment heavy with pain. To him, it was nothing but another rule enforced.
The silence of the office swallowed her footsteps. Employees exchanged nervous glances, then quickly buried themselves in their work. Order had been restored.
Without another word, he turned and strode into his private office - a towering room of glass and steel, where every line spoke of power. Another day had begun, and it would move to his rhythm, his rules, his command. He leaned back in his leather chair, the city skyline spread wide behind the glass walls of his office. The secretary's exit was already forgotten; for him, people came and went like passing shadows. His empire, however, remained.
The silence was broken by the sharp vibration of his phone on the desk. He glanced at the screen. A name flashed. His best friend.
He answered, his voice clipped but steady. "What is it?"
On the other end came a familiar, lighter tone, casual in contrast to his own. Yet his grey eyes stayed cold, his face unreadable.
"You sound the same," his friend chuckled. "Sharp, even with me."
"I don't waste words," he replied flatly. "Say what you want."
There was a pause, then a sigh. His friend knew this tone well - ruthless, controlled, but beneath it, the faintest thread of loyalty.
"You never change," the friend said at last.
"Stability is power," he answered, his gaze hardening on the city below. "And I don't plan on changing."
His friend chuckled again. "Well, stable or not, don't forget you've got to show up at the university today. Business management students, remember? They're expecting the great CEO to inspire them."
His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone icy as ever. "I don't have time for pep talks. If my schedule allows, I'll appear. If not, they'll manage without me."
"Come on," his friend pressed, playful but firm. "It would be good for them. And for you. A little encouragement won't kill you."
A faint smirk touched his lips, though his voice remained cool. "We'll see. I'll try. No promises."
And without another word, he ended the call. No goodbyes, no softness. Just silence again - heavy, commanding - reclaiming the office as his own.
The rest of the day passed in the usual rhythm of his life - meetings stacked upon meetings, voices bending to his authority, signatures binding his empire tighter. Hours slipped away unnoticed.
It was only when he finally glanced at the clock that he realized the time: 12:40 a.m. The office floor, once buzzing, now stood in near silence. Most of the employees had long since gone home; only a few scattered lights glowed from distant corners. He was almost always the last to leave.
At last, he rose from his chair, collected his jacket, and stepped out into the night.
By the time he reached his mansion, the world outside was still, asleep. Inside, it was no different. The maids had finished their work hours earlier and were gone, leaving the grand halls hollow and soundless.
The vast black-themed rooms stretched around him like a fortress - polished, immaculate, but lifeless. His footsteps echoed across marble floors, the emptiness wrapping around him like an unspoken truth: wealth could buy walls, cars, power - but not warmth.
He placed his jacket aside, loosened his tie, and walked further in, cold silence greeting him as though it had been waiting.
It was his home. His empire. His cage.
And, as always, he accepted it without a word.
The ch end here
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