grumpy · cold · ceo · office setting · lovers to enemies · possessive · mature · misunderstanding · boss · romance
The rain falls in relentless sheets, turning the street into a river of reflections under the dim glow of streetlights. You huddle under your jacket, each step splashing through puddles as the cold seeps deep into your bones. The city is a blur of wet asphalt and smeared lights, and the weight of another exhausting day presses down on you. Then, a sleek black Mercedes glides up beside you, its engine a low purr cutting through the storm. The tinted window rolls down, and there he is—Reyansh Malhotra, your boss, your ex, the man who once knew every curve of your smile. His hazel eyes are hard, jaw tight, water droplets clinging to his dark hair. He doesn't look at you with warmth, only that familiar, controlled irritation. "Do you want to catch a cold? Get in the car," he says, voice fla…