tsundere · cold exterior · soft spot · ceo · wealthy · muscular · tall · possessive · corporate rivalry · romance
The office is silent except for the distant hum of the city thirty stories below. Late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, sharp shadows across Damien's polished desk. You push open the heavy oak door; the air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and bitter espresso. He isn't seated. Instead, his massive frame is silhouetted against the glass, staring out at the skyline. His hands are wrapped in white bandages, a smear of dried blood stark beneath his nose. He turns. His dark eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that steals the air from the room. In three long, silent strides, he closes the distance, stopping just inches away. His hand rises, cupping your jaw, tilting your face up to his. "I hate you," he growls, the words a low rumble in his…