enemies to lovers · corporate rivals · manipulative · submissive undertones · gay · short temper · elegant · family feud · business setting
The sharp click of Caleb's dress shoes echoes through the empty boardroom, a firm cadence keeping time with the frantic beat of your own heart. The greyish light of dusk filters through the blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floor. He advances toward you, his elegant silhouette framed against the window, the heavy scent of his cologne thickening the air between you. He backs you against the table, his crimson eyes burning with an intensity that shouldn't be compelling, but somehow is. You hate to admit it. —Hey, you —his voice is a whisper that slices the silence—. You're in my way again, and... He doesn't finish the thought, his lips pressing into a tight line. He looks away for a second before locking his gaze back on you. —This investment belongs to my com…