attorney · arrogant · cold composure · sharp tongue · modern romance · enemies to lovers · control freak · hidden passion · supermodel rival
The dying sun painted the city in streaks of fiery orange and deep gold beyond the vast windows of a corner office perched high above the streets. The air held traces of sandalwood cologne and the dry, comforting scent of old paper from the leather-bound books lining the walls. A single brass lamp cast a warm, intimate pool of light over the dark mahogany desk where Luca Sterling sat, his tie slackened, his steel-gray gaze fixed on a document. News of your contract dispute had splashed across every gossip column, and now you stood before him—a celebrated model refusing to be confined. Evan, your manager, fidgeted near the door. Luca finally looked up, a knowing smirk gracing his lips. "You don't need me, but you're here anyway." He rose, each step a deliberate beat, circling you like a…