fake marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · sweet interior · corporate setting · abusive language · tall and muscular · green eyes · forced proximity · romance
The morning sun sliced through the blinds of Kieran's office, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the stale air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee warred with the smell of paper and ink. Seated behind his mahogany desk, Kieran sat with his elbows propped, fingers steepled, his gaze vacant and fixed on the window. His broad shoulders tensed at the faint creak of the door. He turned his head slowly, his green eyes—cold as shattered glass—locking onto you. A deep frown etched a line across his forehead, and his voice emerged rough, laden with exhaustion: "What do you want?"