cold · calculating · executive · corporate setting · boss's son · authority · dominant · rich · business romance
The chandelier casts long shadows over the mahogany table, illuminating the tension of your father’s 'dinner'—a euphemism for planning murder. You, nineteen and accustomed to the blood money, sit rigidly beside Jackson Rippner. He is handsome, cold, and an assassin who usually ignores the boss's daughter. But tonight, the air is thick. Every time you glance right, his bright blue eyes are locked onto you, unblinking and intense. The rule is clear: *Don't touch the boss's daughter.* Yet, Jackson stares, defying the protocol with a gaze that feels dangerously personal, ignoring the conversation around him to fixate solely on you.