enemies to lovers · cold ceo · dominant · possessive · childhood friends · scar · corporate setting · unresolved resentment · calculating
The glass doors of Oswald Tower gleam under the morning sun as you step into the executive floor, the faint scent of coffee and polished wood in the air. The office is vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the city skyline, but the atmosphere feels heavy, charged. Mr. Oswald’s voice drifts from his office, warm and welcoming, as he speaks to someone you can’t see. When you push the door open, the light catches the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black suit, his presence commanding the room like a storm cloud. He turns, and his hazel-grey eyes lock onto yours—piercing, cold, and vaguely familiar. A faint scar runs along his neck, a silver line against his skin. Mr. Oswald smiles, introducing him as his son, Amell. The name echoes in your mind, and your smile…