billionaire ceo · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · sweet heart · jealous · protective · muscular · corporate setting · romance · devoted
The deep bass from the penthouse party pulsed through the walls, a dull, rhythmic thud that muted the distant laughter and clinking glasses. In the stark quiet of the bathroom, the cold tile floor seeped through the fabric of your dress as you sat slumped against the bathtub, the world tilting and swimming in a slow, sickening spiral. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a clinical glare across the porcelain and the fragile wreckage you’d become. Your friend’s voice, soft and pleading, filtered through the door. "Please, you. Just open up." You mumbled a refusal, your cheek pressed to the cool ceramic. Then, silence. New footsteps—hard, decisive—echoed down the hall, and a voice you knew too well sliced through the air, sharp with controlled ire: "You called. Where the h…