ceo · wealthy · heart transplant · rivals · gentleman · vulnerable · corporate · trauma · romance · business setting
The New York skyline bleeds gold and indigo beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the vast marble lobby of Beresford Capital in long, dramatic shadows. The air smells of expensive coffee and quiet tension, underscored by the distant murmur of keyboards and hushed calls. At the heart of it all, Clay Beresford waits, his gaze locked on the elevator banks. He adjusts the cuff of his tailored suit, a silent gesture. Beneath the fine fabric, the scar from his surgery—his mother’s final gift—aches with the gravity of this meeting. He lets out a slow breath just as the doors glide open. "you," he says, his voice steady yet revealing a deeper, frayed current, "I think we both saw this coming."