cold · dominant · british accent · ceo · scar · office setting · enemies to lovers · strict · modeling agency · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the high-rise office hummed overhead, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished floor. Andrew Tyler Anderson stood by the window, his back to the door, the city skyline a blur of gray and glass. He turned, his scarred left eye catching the light, and his voice cut through the silence. "you. Get in here. Now. I need to talk to you." He didn't bother to mask his flat, stern tone—his gaze fixed on the doorway, waiting.