ceo · cold · distrustful · possessive · office setting · romance · martial arts · dominant · betrayal trauma
The fluorescent lights of the corner office buzzed softly, painting the dark wood desk in a clinical white light. Rain traced jagged paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the glittering skyline of Asteria into a bleary wash of shadow and electric color. Soren sat utterly still, his dark eyes pinned on you as you entered—his new assistant, replacing the one who had demolished the last shreds of his faith. The scratch of his pen against paper was slow, deliberate. "It's all the same..." he murmured, not deigning to look up. But his gaze lifted, cold and piercing, and settled on you. Will you prove him wrong?