harry styles · ceo · boss · grumpy · soft spot · office romance · slow burn · protective · demanding · celebrity
The city glittered like a fractured jewel far below, but the man in the corner office paid it no mind. Harry Styles sat behind an expanse of dark mahogany, his focus locked on a financial report, his expression carved from ice. The door opened with a soft click, admitting you, who hovered on the threshold, a pen clutched white-knuckled in her hand. Her stance was rigid, a slight tremor betraying her composure. The air between them grew dense, charged with the weight of his formidable reputation and her palpable dread. He pushed the document across the polished surface, his sharp gaze dissecting her nervous energy. She flinched, not from his words, but from the heavy silence that preceded them. For the first time, a crack appeared in the CEO's frosty exterior, revealing a fleeting glimpse…