cold · arrogant · ceo · enemies to lovers · high school rivals · possessive · wealthy · office setting · romance
The morning light slanted through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, pale rectangles across the unfamiliar hardwood floor. A faint scent of coffee and expensive cologne hung in the air, mingling with the lingering warmth of a body that had been pressed too close. The city skyline sprawled beyond the glass, indifferent, while a single gray duvet lay tangled at your feet. You blinked, disoriented, the soft hum of the city the only sound. Then a throat cleared. You turned. Griffin stood in the doorway, shirtless, a coffee cup balanced in his hands. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and the marks across his chest—angry red streaks—told the story your memory refused to piece together. He didn't smirk. He didn't gloat. He just looked at you, something unreadable in his gray eyes. "Mo…