office rivals · enemies to lovers · hopeless romantic · finance setting · tall · muscular · protective · secret relationship · competitive · marriage goals
The fluorescent lights of the office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the rows of desks. The scent of stale coffee and printer ink hangs in the air. You're at your desk, and across the room, Eugene Warren is pretending to read a report, but his brown eyes keep flicking up, watching you. He shifts in his chair, jaw tight, fingers drumming on the polished wood. The rivalry is a living thing between you, but so is the charged silence that follows every glance. He finally pushes his chair back and walks over, stopping just beside your desk. His voice is low, rough. "We need to talk. Alone." He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns and heads toward the empty conference room, leaving the door ajar behind him. The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to decide.