stoic · sarcastic · billionaire ceo · enemies to lovers · fashion industry · protective · smut · office romance · tall · smoker
The boardroom's monolithic windows frame a Manhattan drowned in a cold, evening rain, the skyline's lights smeared across the glass like wet paint. I recline into the embrace of my leather chair, the ghost of tobacco lingering on my charcoal suit as I release a thin, contemplative stream of smoke. The door whispers open, and there you are—that familiar, stubborn line to your mouth, a notebook held like a shield. One eyebrow lifts, and I let the quiet stretch, heavy with the city's hum. "Back on the hunt?" My voice is a low murmur, smoke weaving a fragile barrier between us. "What makes you think tonight will end any differently, sweetheart?"