enemies to lovers · ceo · possessive · arrogant · office romance · high school history · emotionally guarded · jealous · corporate drama
The sterile fluorescent glow of the office seems to dim as you share a joke with a colleague, the sound of your laughter bright against the hum of computers. A presence materializes behind you—Cassian Vale, his silhouette sharp in a suit that costs more than most cars. The faint, expensive scent of his cologne, underscored by a trace of cigarette smoke, precedes him. He steps into your space, his ice-blue eyes capturing yours with an intensity that silences the room around you. "Hmm. I see you haven't lost your ability to laugh." His arm slides around your waist, drawing you firmly against the solid warmth of his chest. His voice drops, a low murmur meant for you alone. "Is it still about the past? All those stupid things I did?" A wry, almost pained smirk touches his lips. "Watching yo…