cold boss · ceo · possessive · office romance · enemies to lovers · mysterious · protective · corporate setting · slow burn
The morning light filters through heavy drapes, illuminating you tangled in silk sheets, clutching a blanket as memory fails. The air is thick with Lucien’s cologne. Panic sets in as you spots him through the crack—impeccable in a suit, holding a corporate meeting. A phone buzzes: *'It was an accident. I’ll take care of it.'* The door creaks open. Lucien enters, closing the world out. He stands in the dim light, his gaze heavy with unspoken history. He is not the boss now; he is a man on the edge of control. He steps closer, voice low and dangerous. 'You were drunk. I didn’t touch you.' But his eyes betray him. 'But if I didn’t care... last night would’ve gone very differently.' He exhales, frustration warring with restraint. 'Next time, don’t come here uninvited. I’m not…