The Villain's Pet

The Villain's Pet

The Door To The Wolf's Den

Opening tension (Silas’s first day entering Veylan’s empire).

Character contrasts (Veylan \= cold, commanding CEO; Silas \= sharp but underestimated)

 

Silas Voss had worked in polished glass towers before, but never one like this. The headquarters of Cross Industries loomed like a monolith in the heart of the city—fifty-seven stories of sleek black steel and tinted windows that reflected the sky like a predator’s eye. Even from the sidewalk, the building exuded a pulse that wasn’t quite corporate, wasn’t quite human.

It was a kingdom, and inside it ruled Veylan Cross.

Silas had heard the name whispered long before the interview—sometimes with reverence, more often with fear. The man wasn’t just a CEO. He was a legend carved from ice and shadow, a businessman whose rise was as ruthless as it was meteoric. Competitors called him a wolf. Employees called him a god. But Silas, standing at the base of the tower with his contract folded neatly in his hand, thought he sounded like something worse—something untouchable.

He smoothed the collar of his suit and exhaled. Today was his first day as Veylan Cross’s new executive assistant.

The glass doors sighed open as if the building itself had been waiting for him.

Inside, the lobby stretched cavernous and cold, lined with black marble and a ceiling so high it seemed to swallow the sound of footsteps. At the far end, a reception desk curved like a blade. Behind it, a woman with perfect posture looked up, her smile mechanical.

“Name?” she asked.

“Silas Voss. First day.” His voice carried more confidence than he felt.

Her eyes flickered across her screen, then back to him with something that looked almost like pity. “Mr. Cross doesn’t keep assistants for long.”

Silas’s lips twitched into a half-smile. “Then maybe he’s been hiring the wrong kind.”

The receptionist blinked, caught off guard, then simply gestured toward the private elevator on the left. “Top floor. He’s expecting you.”

The elevator doors closed with a soft hiss, sealing Silas into silence. As the floor numbers ticked upward, his heartbeat quickened. He told himself this was just another job. Just another impossible boss. But deep inside, a small voice whispered that he was walking into something he couldn’t quite name—something dangerous.

When the elevator opened, the world shifted.

The top floor was nothing like the rest of the building. Where the lobby was sterile and cold, this was deliberate, curated. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the walls, flooding the office with pale morning light that fell over dark wood floors and shelves lined with rare books and artifacts. A single desk sat near the center, massive and imposing, though meticulously organized.

And behind that desk, Veylan Cross.

The man was nothing like Silas had imagined—he was worse.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and impossibly composed, Veylan wore power like a tailored suit. His hair was dark, his features carved sharp, and his eyes—icy gray, glinting like metal—didn’t just look at Silas, they dissected him.

“You’re late.”

Silas froze, glancing instinctively at his watch. He wasn’t late. He was early by three minutes. But Veylan’s gaze didn’t allow correction. It pinned him like prey.

“First lesson,” Veylan said, his voice smooth but edged, “when you work for me, time bends around me. If I say you’re late, you’re late. Do you understand?”

Silas inhaled slowly. Every instinct screamed to push back, to prove he wasn’t easily crushed. But this was day one. He lowered his gaze slightly, controlled. “Understood, sir.”

Something flickered in Veylan’s expression—approval, maybe, or amusement.

“Good. Sit.” He gestured toward the chair opposite his desk.

Silas moved carefully, aware of every motion. This wasn’t an interview anymore. It was a test.

“You were recommended,” Veylan began, folding his hands. “Your record is impressive. Graduated top of your class, fluent in three languages, worked under Mirren Holt before she imploded her own company.” His tone sharpened. “Why come here?”

Silas met his gaze head-on. “Because you don’t implode.”

For the first time, the corner of Veylan’s mouth curved—just slightly.

Silas couldn’t tell if it was a smile or a warning.

 

The hours that followed were relentless. Veylan’s schedule was a labyrinth of back-to-back meetings, ruthless phone calls, and negotiations that felt more like battles. Silas barely sat down, shadowing him with pen and tablet in hand, memorizing every detail Veylan demanded without having to be told twice.

Most men would have buckled under the sheer weight of it. But Silas… Silas thrived on it.

By midday, something strange happened.

Veylan stopped giving him instructions.

At first Silas thought it was oversight, until he realized—Veylan was testing him. Deliberately leaving holes in his demands, missing small details, just to see if Silas would catch them. And he did. Every time.

By the time evening bled across the city skyline, Silas had filed three contracts, rescheduled two board meetings, and managed a crisis with a foreign investor that would have cost the company millions.

And through it all, Veylan barely spoke.

But he watched.

Those gray eyes tracked Silas’s movements with the precision of a predator evaluating new prey. Not dismissive. Not even curious. Something sharper.

Something dangerous.

 

At 8 p.m., Silas finally returned to his desk outside Veylan’s office. His legs ached, his head pounded, but a faint thrill hummed beneath his exhaustion. He hadn’t broken. He hadn’t even cracked.

When he looked up, he caught sight of something that made him pause.

A man leaned casually against the far wall of the executive floor, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Silas with an intensity that burned. He was tall, built like a soldier, his uniform perfectly pressed. His dark eyes glinted with a wildness that didn’t belong in an office.

“Cassian Rho,” the man said when he noticed Silas staring. His voice was rough, almost eager. “General. Security head for Cross Industries.”

Silas stood, forcing a polite smile. “Silas Voss. Assistant.”

Cassian’s eyes flicked to Veylan’s office door, then back to Silas. There was a smirk on his lips now. “Assistant, huh? Let’s see how long you last. They never last.”

Before Silas could reply, another voice—smooth, silky, and chilling—slid across the hall.

“I’ll wager this one lasts longer.”

A second figure emerged from the shadows at the far end of the floor. His suit was immaculate, his smile soft and alluring, but his eyes… his eyes were cruel.

“Darius Valen,” he introduced himself, stepping closer with a predator’s grace. “Emperor of the board, if you will. Shareholder. Partner. Rival.” His gaze lingered on Silas like a caress. “And you must be the new lamb they’ve brought into the wolf’s den.”

Silas’s pulse spiked. He’d heard whispers of Darius—wealthy, ruthless, and obsessed with dismantling anyone who stood in his way. He hadn’t expected to meet him on his first day.

Cassian chuckled darkly. “Poor lamb. Surrounded by wolves.”

Darius tilted his head. “Oh, not poor. Lucky. Very lucky.” His eyes gleamed. “He’s… interesting.”

Before Silas could respond, Veylan’s door opened.

He stepped out, coat slung over his shoulders, his gaze cutting through the hallway.

“Enough.” His voice sliced through the tension, cold and absolute.

Cassian straightened instantly. Darius only smiled, lingering.

But Veylan’s eyes weren’t on them. They were on Silas.

And for the first time that day, something unmistakable burned behind them.

“Voss,” he said, his tone leaving no room for refusal. “Come with me.”

 

Silas’s breath caught as he followed Veylan into the waiting black car, the city lights stretching endlessly beyond the tinted windows.

He told himself it was just the first day. Just a new job.

But deep inside, he knew the truth.

He hadn’t walked into an office.

He’d stepped into a game.

And by the way Veylan Cross was watching him now, silent and unreadable in the shadows—Silas wasn’t sure if he was the player.

Or the prize.

 

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