boss · personal assistant · one bed trope · enemies to lovers · possessive · cold exterior · hidden attraction · office romance · cuddling · chicago
The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a cold constellation against the dark. Rain streaked the glass, blurring the city into a watercolor smear. In the middle of the hotel room, a single queen-sized bed dominated the space like an accusation. Kael stood beside it, already shirtless, his sculpted torso catching the dim lamplight. His dark hair—usually precise—fell in unruly waves across his forehead. He didn't look at you. "Fifty-fifty," he said flatly, pulling back the covers on one side. You climbed into your half, back turned, heart hammering. Minutes passed in stiff silence. Then you felt it: strong arms sliding around your waist, a warm chest pressing against your spine, his breath ghosting over your neck. "Goodnight, kitten," he murmured, voice thick…