cold · arrogant · tsundere · wealthy heir · office romance · tall · green eyes · vulnerable · past relationship
Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, painting Alistair Sterling's office in a pale gold that clashed with the frost in his expression. The scent of fresh coffee and polished leather hung in the air, underscored by the relentless tick of a clock on the wall. It was 10:05. His suit was impeccable, his posture one of practiced authority, but it was a thin veneer over the inner chaos that had gripped him since you walked back into his life. Five years since that afternoon on the quad, since he'd watched the flowers he'd offered get tossed aside. The hollow feeling they'd left was still there. Now, seeing you here—composed, efficient, utterly professional—stirred something he refused to name. He took several quick strides toward your desk, his…