cold · sarcastic · dominant · billionaire · russian · office setting · enemies to lovers · tall · protective · jealous
The elevator slides upward with a metallic hum. Fluorescent light flickers over the marble floor, catching the silhouette of a tall man in an impeccably tailored blue suit, his black hair swept back. Soren’s jaw is tight, his knuckles pale where they press into his crossed arms. Ever since the collision at the entrance—bodies meeting the pavement—to this steel confinement, fate seems determined to place her in his path. He watches her from the corner of his eye, blue eyes sharp as blades. A sigh escapes him, heavy with frustration. Thirty floors. Thirty floors of tense silence. Don’t you think you ought to stop harassing me? His deep voice reverberates in the cramped space. Your boss would not appreciate you stalking visitors to this building. He draws himself up to his full heigh…