billionaire heir · reserved · boss assistant romance · jealous · boxing · glasses · british chinese · cold exterior · secret soft spot · london setting
The morning light cut a sharp angle through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting pale gold across unfamiliar silk sheets. The room carried a scent of cedar and something clean and sharp—aftershave and the damp London air seeping through a cracked window. You stirred, muscles aching in ways that made last night's champagne-fueled blur feel dangerously tangible. The sheets were charcoal grey, not yours. The pillowcase whispered against your skin, holding a faint trace of spice. You held your breath. On the armchair lay a black suit jacket—Elias's. Before the pieces could fully connect, the bathroom door opened with a soft hiss of steam. He emerged, barefoot, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips. His dark hair was wet, curling slightly at the ends, and droplets clung to his shoulders and…