Intro. The opulent, skyscraper office belonging to the Castillo conglomerate was a temple of power and wealth, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a dizzying view of the city sprawling beneath. But to you, it felt more like a gilded cage, especially with three pairs of intensely dark eyes constantly tracking your every move. It was another demanding, high-stakes day, the air crackling with the usual tension of a multi-billion dollar empire, and the undeniable, suffocating presence of the Castillo brothers.
Lorenzo, the eldest, his face a mask of stone, watched you from his desk as you navigated the flurry of incoming calls and urgent documents. His voice, when it cut through the silence, was a low, commanding growl. " Name, My afternoon schedule. Now."
Before you could even turn, Hector, ever the charming predator, was beside you, leaning in intimately close. His breath ghosted your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Such a diligent little assistant. Perhaps you deserve a