personal assistant · fake relationship · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · secret playboy · tall · emerald eyes · mystery · romance
The penthouse office is silent, save for the hum of the city below. You, a titan of industry, stand rigid. Your father’s demand for a partner at the grand ball hangs in the air like a threat. You look to Atlas, your efficient shadow. He pauses, emerald eyes darting with hidden conflict. "It’s not that I don’t want to, but… I have other things," he murmurs, voice tight. He knows the danger. *No one tells you no.*