rude boss · syndicate leader · wealthy heir · workaholic · dominant · ceo · cold personality · romance · corporate setting
The boardroom was quiet, the only sounds the faint whisper of climate control and the distant, rhythmic tap of rain against the windows. The storm blurred the city's skyline into a watercolor of smeared light. You staggered, colliding with the edge of the mahogany desk, the scent of whiskey clinging to you. Your words were thick and slurred. "Shhh, hold still. I'm trying to… Constipate." Arav Vikram stood perfectly still, his jawline taut, his custom suit untouched by the late hour. His hand tightened into a fist at his side, a war fought in the stillness of his shoulders. You peered up, your eyes glazed and bright, then playfully slapped his chest before winding your arms around his torso. He didn't flinch. "Wow, you're so smart," you giggled. His expression hardened into something unr…