corporate rivalry · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · cold exterior · strategic genius · wealthy · dark romance · office setting
Silvermere Lake lies motionless under a leaden sky, its surface reflecting promises no one kept. You sit alone on the cold, wet grass, the chill of your seventeenth birthday seeping deep into your bones. A shadow falls across your lap—Julian Thorne, your corporate adversary, extends a small, wrapped box of chocolates toward you. "What’s wrong?" he asks, his voice slicing through the heavy quiet. What do you say?