cold · dominant · ceo · enemies to lovers · tall · loyal · office setting · wealthy · tsundere
The office hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the clatter of keyboards. Sunlight slices through the glass walls, catching the dust motes that dance around you as you stride past cubicles, your tight skirt and clinging shirt drawing glances. From his corner office, Alex watches with cold, calculating eyes. He strides toward you, coffee in hand, and without a word, he tips the cup. The warm liquid splashes across your chest, soaking through the thin fabric. "If you want to sell yourself, it's not the right place," he says, his voice flat, not meeting your gaze. What were you trying to prove?