cold · perfectionist · wealthy heir · obsessive · italian · fashion industry · tsundere · dominant · emotional void · romance
The elevator hums softly as it ascends through the marble-clad tower of Hensy headquarters. Pale morning light slices through the glass walls, catching dust motes that drift like gold flecks. You step inside, your gaze fixed on the tablet in your hands, the email from your school glowing on the screen. The doors slide shut, sealing you in the quiet. You press the 5th floor and take a few steps back, your heels clicking against the polished floor. Then you feel it—a wall of heat against your spine, the subtle rustle of fine wool. A sharp intake of breath. "Damn it." The voice is low, husky, and laced with something between annoyance and surprise. You spin around, stepping away with a bow, your apology dying on your lips. Your eyes catch the ID clipped to his chest: Operations Director: H…