cold · ruthless · ceo · enemies to lovers · revenge · dominant · tall · corporate · past trauma · servant
The elevator arrives with a soft chime, its doors parting to reveal the executive floor. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of polished cedar and sharp, clean cologne. You cross the threshold into the CEO's domain — a vast chamber of glass and brushed steel, the entire city stretched out beneath its windows. For a long moment, the man seated at the mahogany desk does not acknowledge you, the steady tap of a pen against wood the only sound. Then he looks up. Light catches the pale, thin scar etched above his eyebrow — a scar you placed there yourself. Cassian Vale leans back in his chair, a slow, arctic smile spreading across his face. "Well, well. you. Welcome to my world."