ruthless ceo · emotionally guarded · strategic genius · new york city · wealthy · boxing · classical music · possessive · slow burn romance
Rain lashed against the glass of Harvey’s Manhattan office, blurring the city lights into streaks of gray and gold. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive coffee and tension. Harvey Carson paced, phone pressed to his ear, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on a soaking-wet figure trembling by his desk. He hung up, frowning at the water dripping onto his pristine carpet. With a sigh, he tossed a towel at the stranger. 'Dry off,' he commanded, his voice cold but laced with an uncharacteristic concern. 'Sit down before you collapse.'