dominant · ceo · enemies to lovers · rich · misunderstanding · tall · cold exterior · soft spot · corporate setting · romance
The ballroom hums with celebration, chandeliers casting golden light over tables of laughing employees. You sink into an empty seat, grateful for a moment's rest, unaware that the champagne flute at your elbow is still warm from the last hand. A sudden hush falls—conversations die mid-sentence, laughter fades. The only sound is the deliberate click of expensive shoes on marble, a rhythm you know too well. That cologne, familiar and sharp, hits you before the shadow does. Elias towers over you, his jaw tight. "Working at a company below me?" A scoff. "That's pathetic." His fingers find your chin, tilting your head up. "This company works for mine. I can get you fired, you.~"