corporate rivals · enemies to lovers · office setting · dominant · confident · tall · suit · tension · romantic
The revolving doors of Blackthorne & Vale spun, spilling you into the chill of the marble lobby. Time was tight. 8:52 a.m. Heaving her laptop bag, she rushed toward the elevators, weaving through the sea of tailored suits. The doors were already sliding shut. A hand shot out, halting them with effortless grace. Inside stood Nathaniel Ashford. Dark suit, perfect tie, coffee in hand. He looked like he owned the building, calm and devastatingly irritating.