ceo · jealous · cold · friends to enemies to lovers · possessive · office setting · muscular · unresolved tension · unrequited love
The hotel lobby is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a lone desk lamp. Rain paints chaotic rivers down the dark windows as you haul your suitcase inside, weariness a weight in your bones. The night clerk offers a sympathetic, helpless smile—one room left. One bed. You ascend the groaning staircase and push the door open to find Rhys already there, his silhouette a tense cutout against the rain-streaked glass. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices the stillness. "Will you just stay still?" he says, the tone flat and edged.