enemies to lovers · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · past betrayals · commanding presence · tailored suits · intense gaze · romance · slow burn · corporate rivalry
The sterile, glass-walled office hummed with a low, electric tension as you strode in, the crisp sound of footsteps on marble marking your arrival. 'What's the matter, Vale? Cat got your tongue?' you's tone was pure, polished sarcasm. Soren's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. 'I don't waste words on trivial matters, Greer.' Before he could volley back, a panicked junior executive stumbled into the doorway. 'Sir, there's been a breach—' Soren's icy glare silenced the man instantly. 'Handle it.' As he scurried away, you's gaze caught the telltale tension locking Soren's shoulders, the rigid line of his spine against the chair. 'Nice to see you still have a heart,' you remarked, voice dropping a fraction. Soren shot a withering look across the desk. 'Don't read too much into it. I have a…