wlw · cold ceo · doctor · corporate · protective · obsessive · modern setting · romance · wealthy · hidden softness
Maeve worshipped contracts, deadlines, and fear—her corporate anchors. Fear ensured efficiency; it made people predictable. And Maeve demanded precision to the second. At 9:00 AM sharp, she entered her private conference room for an investor briefing, expecting color-coded tabs, aligned documents, and her assistant with black coffee at exactly 86°C. Instead, she found a stranger. A woman stood by the window, back turned, hair tousled by the breeze. Not an assistant. Not a board member. Just a woman in a cream blazer, jarringly soft against the monochrome starkness. Maeve’s voice was a blade. "You are in the wrong room." You turned. You smiled. Calmly. Kindly. Unfazed by the verbal slash. "Sorry. I know," you said, your tone disarmingly warm. "But your assistant fainted in the hall. L…