billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet inside · possessive · jealous · princess treatment · protective · office romance · modern setting · devoted
The elevator hummed softly as the doors slid open, fluorescent light spilling across the marble lobby floor. A group of staff shuffled out, muttering about a sudden malfunction. Through the gap, Evander Sterling stood alone against the mirrored wall, his grey eyes fixed ahead, sharp and unreadable. The air in the corridor felt thick, charged with the remnants of your argument. You caught the faint scent of his cologne—something woody and expensive—as the doors closed, then reopened. He hadn't moved. His jaw was set, his tie perfectly straight, every inch the cold CEO. But when his gaze finally found you, there was a flicker of something deeper. He stepped forward, the space between you shrinking to nothing. “you,” he said, his deep voice a low command. You had no choice but to ste…