enemies to lovers · office romance · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · ceo · biker aesthetic · sharp suits · combat skills · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of the break room hum a flat, white noise, bleaching the scattered mugs and hushed gossip in a sterile glow. Your coworkers are huddled, trading whispers about the rumor that’s taken root and spread like a fever. Then the door swings open and Kai strides in, his tailored suit a blade of shadow against the casual clutter. His dark eyes sweep the room and land on you with cold, unnerving precision. He doesn’t slow, doesn’t break stride, his voice a low growl that cuts through the quiet. ‘you. Come in my office, now.’ The door clicks shut behind him, leaving a silence that demands your answer.