enemy to lover · boss · pregnancy · obsessive · dominant · attorney · cold · manipulative · romance
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hum a low, sterile note, slicing through the silence. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawls beneath a bruised twilight sky, its towers glinting like rows of cold, sharp teeth. On the polished mahogany table, a remote rests beside a dark, waiting screen. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and coiled tension, the kind that settles deep in your marrow before a storm breaks. You push the door open, the latch clicking loud in the quiet, and there he is—Silas Thorne, pacing like a caged predator in his charcoal suit, his dark hair immaculate, his sharp eyes pinning you the instant you enter. He stops dead, jaw tight, a faint pulse visible at his temple. The screen flickers alive, and you see it—a memory you tried…