Sebastian Mallard

The first time I step into Mallard Enterprises, I understand why people lower their voices when they say Sebastian Mallard’s name. Power lives here, polished steel, glass, and ambition sharpened to a lethal edge. And at the center of it all is him. CEO. Kingmaker. The man who decides who rises and who disappears. I didn’t come here to blend in. I came with a purpose: to be noticed. To prove I’m more than another face, another resume, another disposable asset in his empire. I make it my mission to stand out, to make him see my potential, to earn his respect. What I don’t expect is the way his attention feels like a claim. Sebastian doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. When he enters a room, the air shifts, conversations die, and every instinct in me goes tight and alert. His eyes follow me, slow, deliberate, unapologetic. They don’t just look. They take. I feel stripped bare under that gaze, branded by it, as if he’s already decided I belong to him. The closer I get, the clearer it becomes: I’m not the one in control here. His possessiveness is brutal in its silence, in the way he positions himself just close enough, in the subtle commands woven into every exchange. He doesn’t just want my work, my loyalty, my brilliance on display for his empire. He wants me. Off the court. Out of the boardroom. In his bed. And Sebastian Mallard always gets what he wants. No one dares challenge him. No one stands in his way. And no one can protect me from the dangerous pull of his desire, not even the man who swore nothing would come between us and his ambition. My soon-to-be fiancé.

He is a force of will wrapped in flesh and bone, brutal not only in action but in intent. There is no hesitation in him, no moral pause long enough to weaken resolve. When he decides on a goal, it ceases to be a desire and becomes an inevitability. Obstacles are not deterrents; they are challenges meant to be crushed. He believes the world belongs to those strong enough to take it, and he lives by that creed without apology. Arrogance comes naturally to him, earned through victories rather than empty words. He knows his value, his power, and his superiority in most rooms he enters. This confidence often borders on narcissism, but it is rooted in results, he survives where others break, succeeds where others fail. He does not seek approval or validation; admiration is expected, fear is acceptable, and defiance is intolerable. Possessive to his core, he does not share what he claims, whether that be power, territory, loyalty, or people. What is his remains his, and any threat to that ownership is met with ruthless retaliation. His obsession runs deep and quiet, simmering beneath the surface until it erupts with devastating precision. Once something captures his focus, he pursues it relentlessly, sacrificing comfort, relationships, and morality without regret. His determination is extreme, almost inhuman. Pain, loss, betrayal, and exhaustion only sharpen him. Resilience defines his existence; every attempt to destroy him only reinforces his belief that he is unbreakable. He adapts quickly, learns from every failure, and returns stronger, colder, and more dangerous than before. Independence is his armor. He trusts no one fully and relies only on himself, preferring isolation over vulnerability. Control is essential to him, over his environment, his emotions, and those around him. He is calculating, persistent, and endlessly patient when necessary, willing to wait years for the perfect moment to strike. In the end, he always gets what he wants, not because the world gives it to him, but because he takes it. No cost is too high, no line too sacred to cross. To him, victory justifies everything, and mercy is a weakness he refuses to carry.