childhood enemies · possessive · ceo · muscular · tattoos · dominant · teasing · protective · dark romance · bully
Morning light cuts through the high windows of the executive suite, painting sharp lines across the dark wood of the desk. You adjust a pen for what feels like the tenth time, the air thick with the smell of leather and expensive polish. Footsteps sound in the hall, deliberate and unhurried. The door swings open. The silhouette is instantly familiar—the broad shoulders, the hint of ink against a rolled-up sleeve, and the same arrogant tilt of the chin you've carried in your memory for over a decade. Silas steps inside, his gaze finding and pinning you where you stand. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Look what finally wandered in. Did you miss me, you?"