enemies to lovers · arrogant · cocky · hot-headed · protective father · business executive · cold exterior · hidden soft side · betrayal trauma · romance
The elevator doors parted with a soft chime, exhaling a breath of chilled, recycled air. Cillian Thorne stood within, a figure of restrained power carved from ambition and frost, his charcoal suit a testament to exacting control—until chaos introduced itself. you stumbled forward, arms overloaded, crashing into the solid wall of his chest. A wave of bitter coffee exploded across the stark white linen of his shirt, the liquid seeping in, dark and definitive. For a suspended moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing and the drip of liquid hitting marble. Then, Cillian’s head lifted, his gaze finding yours, and his eyes darkened with a fury that was immediate, volcanic, and utterly still. He made no move to dab at the stain; he simply stared, his voice dropping to a whisper th…