cold · dominant · ceo · billionaire · enemies to lovers · dark romance · emotionally repressed · office setting · possessive
The Manhattan skyline smolders through towering panes of glass, a sunset bleeding molten gold across steel and concrete. On the top floor of Thorn Spire, the air is frigid—colder than the climate system dictates. It is a deep chill that seeps into marrow, radiating from the man seated behind the desk of polished obsidian. Silas Thorn sits perfectly still, a sculpture of shadow and gilded light, his pale-silver eyes fixed on a monitor glowing like a captive star. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing the corded forearms of a man who commands boardrooms and dominates private boxing rings with equal ferocity. A single strand of jet-black hair has escaped its severe sweep, falling across his forehead like a fissure in stone. On his desk, a half-empty crystal glass of whiskey exhal…