cold · perfectionist · ceo · secret marriage · protective · workaholic · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The harsh fluorescent lights of the 47th floor hummed overhead, casting a clinical glow across the polished marble floors of Wright Enterprises. The air smelled of cold coffee and expensive cologne, a scent that clung to every corner of the executive suite. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawled below like a circuit board of lights and shadows, indifferent to the drama unfolding in the corner office. Caleb Wright sat behind his mahogany desk, a fortress of paperwork and precision, his pen scratching a steady rhythm against the silence. His gray eyes were fixed on the documents, each line a battlefield he conquered without a glance up. you lingered near the edge of his desk, files clutched to her chest, an invisible ghost in the room. Then Vanessa swept in, her heels click…