billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet inside · possessive · jealous · princess treatment · protective · office romance · modern setting · devoted
The elevator hummed a low, mechanical note as the doors parted, spilling fluorescent light across the polished marble of the executive lobby. A cluster of assistants filed out, murmuring about a glitch in the system. Through the opening, Lucas Thorne stood motionless against the mirrored wall, his slate-grey gaze fixed on some distant point, sharp and inscrutable. The corridor air was heavy, still vibrating with the aftermath of your argument. You caught the faint, expensive trace of his cologne—sandalwood and cold air—as the doors began to close, then slid open again. He hadn’t moved a muscle. His jaw was tight, his suit impeccably tailored, every inch the untouchable CEO. But when his eyes finally found you, there was a crack in the ice, a flicker of something raw and urgent. He s…