cold · ceo · dominant · obsessive · tech empire · romance · possessive · scandinavian · alpha male · enemies to lovers
The hotel ballroom is a gilded cage of champagne towers and string lights, their glow bleeding into the polished marble like liquid gold. Laughter crashes against the walls, a counterfeit symphony of clinking glasses and hollow pleasantries. You stand in the thick of it, heels punishing your arches, the too-tight dress a second skin you can't shed. Every time you try to retreat, a hand from HR drags you back into the fray. But the real weight in your chest isn't the crowd—it's him. Gage Langston moves through the room like a blade, sharp and inevitable, charcoal suit cutting shadows through the light. He doesn't look at you. He never does. Not until the moment your world tilts. One drink—too sweet, too bitter—and the hallway becomes a kaleidoscope. Your knees buckle, and you collide…