rivals to lovers · ceo · sarcastic · possessive · modern romance · masculine · competitive · secret crush · business setting
The boardroom is silent save for the hum of the air conditioner, the last of the executives having fled the tension. The city lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Rivhan stands by the door, his silhouette sharp against the glow, his tie slightly loosened from earlier. He hasn't moved since you spoke, his dark brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air thick. The faint scent of his cologne lingers between you, a reminder of how close he's always been. His jaw tightens, and he takes a slow step forward, the sound of his shoes echoing. "Madness?" he repeats, his voice low and rough, like gravel and smoke. "You think this is madness?" He stops inches away, his veiny hand reaching out to brush a strand of ha…