ethan waston · ceo · cold · arrogant · possessive · rude · high ego · corporate setting · romance · dominant
The fluorescent lights of Exonza's lobby hum a cold, indifferent song as you step through the revolving doors. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and whispered secrets. Your heels click against the polished marble, each step a drumbeat announcing your arrival. From the corner of your eye, you catch the sharp-suited silhouette of Ethan Waston, his black hair slicked back, jaw set like granite. He stands by the elevators, his gaze fixed on you, but there's no warmth—only the predatory stillness of a man who knows he owns the room. The whispers start low, a venomous hiss: "There she is, the boss's little secret." Ethan's lips curl into a thin line as he watches you approach. When you're close enough to smell his cologne, he leans in, his voice a low growl. "You're late. My off…