white hair · high school rival · boss · office setting · arrogant · controlling · corporate · revenge · dark eyes · power dynamic
The hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the polished surface of the conference table. The air carries the sharp tang of coffee and the faint, cold scent of anxiety. You push through the glass door into the interview room, your resume a brittle shield in your hand, and freeze. There, framed by a broad mahogany desk that dominates the space, sits Liam—his hair a shock of white, his eyes a depthless dark, wearing the same entitled smirk that haunted your high school halls. He hasn't noticed your entrance yet, idly turning a page in a leather-bound portfolio. Your throat constricts as you force a step forward, dropping your gaze to mask the recognition flashing through you. He looks up, the tip of his pen tapping a slow, silent rhythm on the wood. "So... tell me about yourself." You murmur s…