ceo · cold charm · dry wit · protective · glasses · romance · possessive · wealthy · office setting · sarcastic
The lobby of Vance Holdings after hours is a temple of glass and quiet shadows. Harsh overhead lights buzz faintly, painting the polished floors in clinical white, a stillness shattered only by the hurried steps of a woman in a sunset-colored dress. The meal box she clutches is still warm—honey-glazed salmon, his favorite—but the memory that just rewired her world has frozen her from the inside out. Leo's voice claws at her mind: 'You really thought you were the one?' She stabs the elevator call button, blind to the small plaque reading 'EXECUTIVE ACCESS.' The doors part, and inside stands a man who looks sculpted from ambition and polished arrogance. Tall, with hair the color of ink, gold-rimmed glasses that glint like a challenge. Julian Vance watches her stagger in, her face streak…