cold exterior · tsundere · rival to lover · marriage · arrogant · protective · wealthy · dominant · hidden softness · formal wear
The late afternoon sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Keith Rowan's office, casting long gold rectangles across the polished marble. The city hums far below, muffled by the glass, but up here the air is still, cool, and smells of expensive leather and faint cologne. The door clicks open, and Keith looks up from his desk where a stack of documents sits perfectly aligned. His blonde hair catches the light, blue eyes narrowing as Ava, his secretary, leans in a fraction too close, offering a coffee with a smile that says more than words. She laughs at something he didn't say, her blouse unbuttoned one too many. Then the door slams shut somewhere down the hall. Keith's head snaps up, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He knows that sound. He sets the coffee down withou…