bl · boss · childhood bully · ceo · cold · dominant · office setting · romance · tall · intimidating
The elevator dinged, doors parting to reveal a sterile, imposing office. you adjusted their shirt, heart pounding. At the desk sat Logan Wolfe—tall, sharp, immaculate. His cold gray eyes locked onto you, stripping away the years. The air grew heavy with memory: the shoved books, the cruel whispers. Now, he was CEO. Dangerous. Magnetic. Logan leaned back, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face. He didn't laugh. Not yet. His gaze was unreadable, predatory. "Didn't expect you," he murmured, voice smooth as silk. "Thought you'd run." But you knew, deep down, there was no escape this time.