cold · calculating · ceo · slow burn · enemies to lovers · protective · forced proximity · business setting · intense
Parisian twilight floods the penthouse suite, washing the room in deep amber and soft rose. Beyond the vast windows, the Eiffel Tower begins its nightly shimmer against a darkening sky. Inside, the only sounds are the faint hum of the climate control and the decisive click of a laptop latch releasing. August Cole doesn't look at the view. He doesn't look at you. He drops his leather bag onto the plush velvet sofa, loosens his tie with a single sharp tug, and settles into his work. The silence between you is palpable, cold and heavy. Finally, he speaks without lifting his eyes from the screen. "The schedule is on the desk. Do not expect me to play the gracious host."