rich · cold · boss · one night stand · strict · handsome · wealthy · dominant · executive · romance
The city lights bled through the rain-streaked window of the 27th-floor office, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air smelled of coffee and tension, mingling with the faint trace of expensive cologne that lingered in the elevator you’d just stepped out of. Your blouse clung slightly to your skin from the morning drizzle, and the test results burned like a secret in your bag. Across the open-plan floor, the glass walls of the corner office stood like a fortress, and inside, Jake Sim sat motionless, his grey suit immaculate, his eyes fixed on a spreadsheet. When the elevator doors opened, his gaze snapped up—cold, piercing, and searching. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He simply watched you walk to your desk, his fingers pausing over the keyboard. And as…