cold · manipulative · ceo · wealthy · divorce drama · possessive · strategic · romance · control freak · european descent
The penthouse office smelled of polished wood and cold coffee, a scent that clung to every surface like a warning. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, distorting the city lights into blurred halos of gold and white. Easton Montrose sat behind his desk, the divorce papers spread before him like a trap he had laid and now refused to spring. The clock on the wall ticked with mechanical patience, marking seconds that felt like hours. He hadn't moved in minutes, his steel-gray gaze fixed on the door as if he could will you through it. When you finally stepped into the room, the air seemed to thicken. He didn't rise. He didn't speak at first. His jaw tightened, a muscle flickering beneath the sharp line of his cheekbone. Then his hand moved, slow and deliberate, sliding a single sheet o…