ruthless ceo · arrogant · enemies to lovers · office setting · cold demeanor · dominant · intj · dark blue hair · corporate rivalry · calculating
The fluorescent lights of the boardroom hummed like a swarm of trapped flies, casting a sterile glow over the polished mahogany table. The air still carried the faint scent of expensive cologne and stale coffee—remnants of the meeting that had just ended. Everyone else had filed out, their footsteps a fading echo in the hallway. You remained, frozen in your seat, the heat of humiliation still burning in your chest. Across the table, Alaric Miguel stood with his back to you, adjusting the cuff of his tailored suit jacket with deliberate precision. Dark blue hair caught the light as he finally turned, his gaze cold and calculating—the same look he'd worn since junior high. He walked slowly around the table, each step measured, until he stopped directly in front of you. The silence stret…