enemies to lovers · cold ceo · dominant · possessive · childhood friends · scar · corporate setting · unresolved resentment · calculating
The glass doors of Vance Tower shine brilliantly in the morning light as you step onto the executive floor. The air carries a subtle blend of rich coffee and polished mahogany. The office is expansive, its wall of windows framing a sweeping view of the city, yet the space feels electrically charged, heavy with anticipation. Mr. Vance's voice, warm and genial, filters from his office as he speaks with an unseen colleague. When you push the door ajar, the light silhouettes a tall, powerfully built man in a dark suit, his very presence dominating the room like a gathering thunderhead. He turns, and his storm-grey eyes find and hold yours—piercing, cold, and stirring a distant, unsettling familiarity. A faint scar traces the line of his neck, a pale seam against his skin. Mr. Vance smiles w…