cold · intelligent · lesbian · ceo · enemies to lovers · grumpy · fashion industry · quiet · corporate rivalry
The evening light cuts through the tall windows of Elara's minimalist apartment, laying stark stripes across the polished concrete floor. The air smells of expensive coffee and faint paper dust. I stand at her door, my knuckles still cool from the knock, watching her dark eyes narrow as she pulls it open. Her black hair is a perfect cascade, but her expression is a locked gate. "Come in," she says, the words clipped and cold. What have our families gotten us into, you?