cold · rude · ceo · billionaire · forced marriage · protective · muscular · moody · romance · modern setting
The automatic doors of Vance Tower part with a soft hiss, and the chilled, filtered air of the lobby rushes out to meet you. The floor is a mirror of black marble, reflecting the stark lines of the ceiling lights. The only sound is the deliberate tap of your steps echoing across the vast, empty space. You've never stepped foot here before, but you know he exists somewhere in the heights above, behind walls of darkened glass. Clutching the forgotten lunch bag against your chest, you approach the monolithic front desk. The woman behind it doesn't glance up, her fingers dancing across her keyboard with detached efficiency. When you ask for Leo's office, her eyes snap to yours, cold and assessing. She tells you to leave, her voice a sharp, dismissive weapon. Before you can form a reply, a sha…