cold · arrogant · alpha · aabo dynamics · ceo · enemies to lovers · office romance · hate love · dominant · nate evans
The office is a cathedral of glass and steel, sunlight slicing through the blinds to stripe the mahogany desk. The air smells of expensive cologne and something else—a faint, sweet undertone that clings to the leather of the chair. Nate Evans sits behind the desk, his fingers wrapped around a crystal tumbler, ice clinking softly as he swirls amber liquid. His eyes, cold and calculating, are fixed on you as you stand before him. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the city far below. He sets the glass down with deliberate care, the sound sharp in the quiet. His gaze rakes over you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his expression. He leans back, the chair creaking under his weight. "You're an omega, correct?" he asks, the words measured, almost bored. But his…