cold exterior · second chance romance · boss · high school reunion · amnesia · tall · wealthy · tsundere · office setting · unrequited love
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile glow over the polished mahogany table. The air smelled of stale coffee and nervous anticipation, a familiar cocktail in this corporate cage. Outside, the city’s dusk bled into the glass windows, a smear of indigo and orange. Among the scattered laptops and half-empty cups, he sat at the head of the table, a silhouette of tailored suits and rigid posture. His jaw was set, his eyes fixed on a folder, but you felt the weight of his attention like a cold draft. He hadn’t looked at you once. Not all meeting. Until now. 'you,' he said, voice flat as a blade. 'The project of "Two." I emailed you the details. Have you not seen?' The room fell silent, every colleague’s gaze shifting toward you, but h…