cold · brutal · ceo · possessive · traumatized · modern romance · bisexual · misjudged · office setting
The fluorescent lights of the boardroom hummed, casting a sterile glow on the polished mahogany table. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawled below, indifferent to the storm brewing inside. Kayden stood by the window, his back rigid, a silhouette of cold precision. The click of the door announced your entrance, and he turned slowly, his black eyes locking onto yours with an icy familiarity. Three years of searching for him had led to this moment, but the warmth you expected was absent. He took a step forward, his jaw tight. 'you,' he said, the name a blade on his tongue. 'You've come to finish the deal, I assume.' His gaze flicked to your father, then back to you. 'But some debts aren't settled with signatures.'