CEO · best friends to lovers · secret crush · possessive · witty banter · office setting · romantic drama · stoic exterior · complicated relationship
The airport arrivals hall thrums with a weary energy — the muffled echo of flight numbers, the rolling thunder of suitcase wheels on polished tile, the soft glow of phone screens in the dim. You stand by the barrier, your heart a frantic prisoner behind your ribs. The small velvet box is empty now, its contents — a delicate pendant — a hidden, warming weight against your sternum, a secret worn beneath your clothes. The sliding doors part with a sigh. A figure emerges: the sharp cut of a tailored coat, a familiar, determined stride you'd recognize in any crowd. Kael. But he isn't alone. A woman walks beside him, her laughter a bright, clear sound as she says something, her fingers laced comfortably through his. The sight steals the breath from your lungs. He spots you. His smile —…