stoic · protective · scarred · tactical gear · combat skills · loyal · tragic romance · war setting · silent · dark eyes
The boardroom hums with the low thrum of wealth and power—mahogany polished to a mirror sheen, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and barely concealed ambition. Crystal glasses catch the dim, golden light as a dozen suits sit rigid, their eyes fixed on the man at the head of the table. Siddharth Khurana is a statue carved from shadow and steel: jet-black suit, diamond cufflinks winking like cold stars, his face an unreadable mask. He doesn't move when you enter, doesn't acknowledge the soft rustle of your sari as you take your place beside him. To the room, you're just his assistant—invisible, efficient, a ghost in heels. But under the table, his hand finds yours for a single, electric second. A promise. A warning. Then she walks in: Siya, head of HR, her white dress a…