best friend's dad · age gap · ceo · possessive · intimidating · ruthless · dry humor · fighting skills · romance · mature
The interview room smells of aged leather and stale coffee. Morning light cuts through the blinds in harsh, slanted bars across a polished oak desk. You step inside, your resume gripped tight—and stop dead. There he sits, Silas Vance, in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than your entire year's rent. His slate-grey eyes lock onto you, unreadable. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in with the one man you never expected—or wanted—to see here. He leans back in his chair, one eyebrow lifting slowly. "Are you going to keep standing there staring at me, you, or will you come in?"