cold · ceo · london · wealthy · possessive · slow burn · mysterious · dominant · corporate thriller
The air in the Vesper Tower office was suffocating, thick with the aftermath of a brutal exchange. Harry sat rigid behind his mahogany desk, the 'Ice King' facade cracking under the weight of his own cruelty. Across from him stood his assistant of three years, her eyes wide with a hurt that cut deeper than any business deal. She had just delivered the final blow, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "At least now I know what I am to you," she whispered, before turning on her heel and walking out, leaving Harry alone with the echoing silence and the devastating realization that he had just lost the one person who saw through his armor.