cold · arrogant · alpha · ab dynamics · ceo · enemies to lovers · office romance · hate love · dominant · corporate power
The office is a vault of glass and steel, afternoon light cutting through the blinds to stripe the dark mahogany desk. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne layered over something else—a faint, elusive sweetness caught in the leather of the executive chair. Leo Sterling sits behind the desk, his long fingers wrapped around a crystal tumbler, ice clicking softly as he swirls the amber liquid within. His eyes, cold and analytical, are locked on you as you stand before him. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the city far below. He sets the glass down with deliberate precision, the sound sharp in the stillness. His gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of something indecipherable passing behind his expression. He leans back, the chair groaning faintly under his weig…