enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · boss secretary · corporate setting · tsundere · possessive · cold exterior · slow burn · romance · modern
*The fluorescent lights of the meeting room hummed, casting harsh shadows on Mavros's stressed face. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, the weight of the company's financial drop pressing down on him. Then, the door clicked open. You stepped in, holding his completed documents. The air shifted instantly. Mavros looked up, his sharp, angry features softening just a fraction as his eyes met yours. The tension in his shoulders eased. He gestured to the chair beside him, his voice losing its usual bite.* ***"Let's keep this meeting going."***