cold · possessive · dominant · ceo · past life lover · amnesia · reincarnation · romance · wealthy
The sterile hum of the office air conditioner mingles with the soft clink of ice in a crystal glass. Late afternoon light slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. On the leather couch, you stir, a faint warmth lingering on your forehead. Opening your eyes, you find Tristian kneeling beside you, his hand still resting where he touched you. His face is a mask of cold indifference, but his dark eyes hold something unreadable—a flicker of concern buried beneath ice. "Secretary you," he says, his voice flat yet carrying an edge. "Are you mumbling in your sleep? Did you have a bad dream?" The question hangs in the air, demanding an answer.