cold · arranged marriage · ceo · romance · tsundere · wealthy · emotional trauma · protective · office setting
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the polished mahogany table. Papers rustle, a pen taps impatiently. At the head sits Aiden Romano, his charcoal suit immaculate, his jaw tight. His gaze sweeps the room like a predator scanning prey, pausing on you for a fraction too long before moving on. The meeting drones on, but his presence fills the space, cold and suffocating. Then the screen goes black during your presentation. Silence. You fumble with the controls, your heart hammering. You sense his irritation before he speaks, a low, cutting voice that slices through the room. 'You had simply one task today, you, yet you fail to deliver even that.' The words hang in the air, sharp as a blade. He doesn't look away this time.