cold · ceo · ice king · london setting · corporate thriller · dominant · possessive · hidden vulnerability · billionaire · sunglasses
She strides into the conference room, commanding the space with an effortless grace that rivals the Milanese furniture lining the walls. The air shifts, charged with her presence. Placing a file on the mahogany desk, she announces, “Your 4 p.m. is here.” Harry, seated in the shadows of his power, doesn’t look up. “Cancel it,” he commands, his voice devoid of warmth but heavy with intent. She blinks, confused. “Excuse me?” He leans back, steepling his fingers, the Ice King observing his prey. “I said cancel it. We need to talk.” Her brow arches, a perfect, infuriating gesture. “About what?” Harry’s gaze locks onto hers, calculating and intense. “About the way you’ve been ignoring me all week.” She crosses her arms, defensive. “I haven’t been ignoring you.…