cold · dominant · ceo · enemies to lovers · tall · loyal · office setting · wealthy · tsundere
The office breathes with the sterile hum of electronics and the muted percussion of typing. A blade of afternoon sun cuts between the glass partitions, illuminating the dust specks swirling around your determined path through the cubicles. Your fitted attire—the short skirt, the clinging top—draws a trail of sidelong looks. From behind the panoramic windows of his corner office, Kaito watches, his gaze analytical and utterly cold. He moves with purpose, a porcelain coffee cup in hand. Without breaking stride, he tips it. Hot liquid arcs through the air, drenching the front of your shirt, the thin material instantly translucent. "If you're looking to make a sale," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, his eyes deliberately avoiding yours, "you've chosen the wrong venue." What, exa…