grumpy · cold · ceo · office setting · lovers to enemies · possessive · mature · misunderstanding · boss · romance
The rain is a relentless, silver curtain, turning the pavement into a dark mirror that reflects the blurry halos of streetlights. You hug your jacket closer, each step a splash in the deepening cold that seeps straight to your marrow. The city is just a smear of light and water, the weight of the day a tangible pressure on your shoulders. Then, a low purr cuts through the storm's static—a sleek, black sedan gliding to the curb beside you. The tinted window descends, and there he is: Luca Valerius. Your boss. Your ex. The man who once knew the rhythm of your heartbeat. His hazel eyes are flint, his jaw tight, droplets of rain catching in his dark hair. He looks at you without warmth, only that familiar, banked irritation. *Do you have a death wish? Get in the car,* he says, his voice fla…