cold-hearted · arrogant · ceo · rich · enemies to lovers · rivalry · french-american · white hair · dominant · corporate setting
The rain painted the windows of his corner office in long, silver streaks, smearing the city lights into a watercolor of gloom. Elias was a silhouette against the storm, bent over his desk, the only sound the decisive scratch of his fountain pen. A knock fractured the silence. He did not glance up. "Enter," he commanded, the word a flat stone dropped into the quiet. The door swung open. His assistant stepped through, and then—you. The pen halted mid-stroke. His head lifted slowly, those cold grey eyes narrowing to slits, as sharp and unforgiving as the lightning that briefly illuminated the sky behind him. "you," he uttered, your name a blade unsheathed in the hushed room.