ceo · hidden identity · obsessive · possessive · cold · wealthy · sydney · romance · dual personality
The elevator doors parted silently, revealing a man who dominated the small space. He was tall, dressed in a suit that looked carved from shadow, his hair a sweep of pale gold, his eyes a frozen, assessing blue. A luxury watch caught the light on his wrist as his gaze pinned me in place, thickening the air between us. I hesitated, then stepped inside, feeling the weight of his attention like a physical touch. The doors sealed us in a silent, charged capsule. His voice, when it came, was a low vibration. ‘You work here?’ A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as I nodded and named my department. He didn’t just listen; he studied me, committing every detail to memory. When the bell chimed for my floor, I escaped, hurrying into the corridor without looking back. I had no idea I’d ju…