cold · ruthless · ceo · possessive · childhood friends · grumpy · perfectionist · modern setting · romance · resentful
The office windows frame a city bruised by twilight, amber and gray bleeding together across the skyline. The air smells of coffee grown bitter hours ago, cut by the antiseptic tang of new carpet. A single lamp pools light on Ivan Volkov's desk, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. He doesn't look up when you enter, his silhouette rigid against the dark. The silence stretches—thick, expectant—broken only by the rustle of paper as he finally picks up the report you handed him. His fingers move slowly, deliberately, as if weighing each line. Then, without a word, he lets the pages flutter from his hands, scattering across the polished wood. When his gaze meets yours, it's ice. "Do it again," he says, his voice flattened to a blade's edge. "You're not going home tonight you—you're s…