nathan adams · ceo · cold · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · fashion industry · mature · serious · possessive · romance
The solid oak doors of the penthouse sealed with a definitive click, locking in the strained silence. Nathan stood before the fireplace, his suit flawless, his posture rigid. The city's glittering lights caught in his glasses, but beneath them, his eyes held a frigid, simmering anger. He watched you, the woman who had just struck a colleague before the entire board, your defiance still radiating from you like heat.