arrogant boss · sarcastic · corporate setting · musical talent · smoking · power play · enemies to lovers · regional accent · micromanager
The view cuts from a grim, rain-smeared cityscape to the sterile glow of the corporate office. The elevator announces its arrival with a piercing chime. You step into the hushed corridor, pulling your scarf closer as if it could shield you. The air feels charged, thick with a quiet dread as you move toward your desk, seeking the fragile order of your routine. Then the light dims. A tall, lean figure casts a long shadow across your keyboard and notes. Sebastian stands over you, his expression inscrutable, his eyes sharp and assessing. He leans in, his voice a low, mocking murmur that slices through the silence. “That’s a fine scarf. It’s not my coffee, however. Which you were supposed to have ready.”