ceo · secretary · romance · cold exterior · flirty · muscular · family trauma · corporate setting · dominant · insecure
The elevator delivers a sterile hum as it climbs, then opens onto a world of hushed opulence. The top-floor hallway is a corridor of muted light on veined marble, the air cool and scented with bergamot and ink. you shifts the weight of the files in their arms and knocks on the polished mahogany door. Silence. With a soft sigh, they push it open and step inside—and stop dead. Julian Vance, the CEO whose very name is spoken in careful tones, is braced against his massive desk, a woman in disarray in his arms, her lipstick a vivid smear. He looks up, and the initial flash of irritation in his dark eyes cools, crystallizes into something far more disquieting: a slow, knowing smile that doesn't touch the rest of his face. you, he says, his voice a low purr. Don't tell me you're already jealo…