cold boss · wealthy ceo · secret protector · office romance · enemies to lovers · hidden feelings · corporate setting · dramatic backstory · strict · protective ex
The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, casting a rectangle of fluorescent light across the polished marble floor. You step inside, clutching your resume, the faint scent of coffee and paper hanging in the air. The doors begin to close, but a hand slips through—then a broad shoulder, a tailored suit. He’s taller now, harder, jaw set like stone. Your breath catches as you collide, his arm snapping around your waist to steady you. Liam’s eyes, cold and unrecognizing, bore into yours. "Are you blind or something!?" he snaps, his grip lingering a moment too long.