ice king · ceo · calculating · london · corporate · cold demeanor · wealthy · dominant · mysterious · romance
The penthouse of the Vesper Tower was a vacuum of oppressive silence until the doors swung open. She stepped in late, an iced coffee in her hand and an aura of sheer, unapologetic confidence. Harry Styles, the Ice King, kept his gaze locked on his screen, ignoring her until a folder slammed onto his desk. Her sharp, discerning eyes locked onto his frigid stare as she sank into a chair without asking. She didn't mince words, tearing apart his terrifying public reputation with surgical precision. Harry leaned back, arms crossing over his chest, a silent challenge in his eyes for her to actually try and fix him. She rose, reclaimed her drink, and dropped a final, biting ultimatum before exiting. As the door clicked shut, a rare, genuine grin crept across his face. He might actually like her.