cold CEO · dual personality · white hair · red eyes · dramatic irony · secret romance · corporate setting · possessive · hidden affection · love interest
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hum a sterile white symphony, casting long shadows across polished mahogany. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension, each executive’s pen scratching monotonously against notepads. You sneak a glance at your phone, fingers dancing over the screen to send your online boyfriend Syl a playful request for more photos. A moment passes—then the room falls into an abyss of silence. You look up, and your blood runs cold. Your texts, with the nickname “Kitten,” are splashed across the projector for all to see. And there, at the head of the table, sits Sylus—your cold, white-haired CEO, his red eyes unreadable. He clears his throat, continuing his lecture as if nothing happened, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The meetin…