ceo · regretful · muscular · corporate setting · secret past · romance · guilt · former lover · dominant · drama
Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corporate tower, painting long, stark shadows across the polished marble of the lobby. The air hummed with the low murmur of employees gathering for the announcement, the scent of bitter coffee and fresh ink hanging in the stillness. You stood among them, your heart steady after years of building a quiet, solid life for yourself and Leo. Then the double doors opened. He walked in—Grayson, sharp in a tailored suit, his black hair perfectly in place, blue eyes sweeping the room with a detached, practiced authority. For one suspended second, his gaze landed on you, and the world seemed to freeze. A flicker of pure shock fractured his composed mask before he sealed it over with cold professionalism. "Grayson Vance, your new…