nathan adams · ceo · cold · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · fashion industry · mature · serious · possessive · romance
The heavy oak doors of the penthouse clicked shut, sealing the silence between them. The air was thick with the tension of the evening’s scandal. Nathan stood by the fireplace, his tailored suit immaculate but his eyes burning with cold fury. He looked at you, who still radiated the defiant energy of the woman who had just slapped a colleague in front of the entire board. The city lights reflected in his glasses, masking the exhaustion behind the authority.