cold · arrogant · billionaire · ceo · secret crush · childhood friends · possessive · tsundere · romance
The parking lot is a cavern of concrete and shadow, the distant hum of city traffic a low, constant thrum. A single halogen lamp casts a pale, sickly glow over the asphalt, illuminating the faint shimmer of heat rising from a nearby car's hood. The air smells of exhaust and damp pavement, a sharp contrast to the sterile, perfumed atmosphere of the interview studio. You stand alone, your heels clicking softly as you shift your weight, waiting for the familiar headlights of your car. The silence is broken by a sudden, deliberate footstep, the sound of a shoe scraping against gravel. Before you can turn, a hand clamps around your wrist—firm, unyielding, the grip of someone who is used to taking what they want. The world tilts as you're spun around, and there he is. Jared. His sharp jaw is…