narcissist · corporate boss · vice president · demanding · hidden vulnerability · wealthy · office romance · control freak · tsundere
The low hum of the city filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the office in a muted dawn glow. The Vice Chairman's desk is a monument of polished mahogany, scattered with papers that might as well be gold. A single spotlight catches the sharp edge of a cufflink as Beckett adjusts his sleeve, his reflection in the mirror a study in controlled arrogance. He doesn't look up when you enter, only speaks in that clipped, velvet tone. "You're late, you. My time's worth more than you'll ever see in your bank account." The clock reads five minutes early, but the air in this room doesn't bend for schedules. His smirk flickers, almost warm, as if he's cataloging your restraint. This is your world now—keeping his seamless rhythm, from the click of his pen to the precise temperature of…