grumpy · cold · ceo · boss · wealthy · possessive · romance · corporate setting · secret softness · indian
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the endless stacks of reports on your desk in a clinical white. The air carried the bitter tang of over-brewed coffee and beneath it, the subtle, expensive spice of his cologne—a scent that seemed to haunt the corridors long after he'd passed. You sat, fingers curled into tight fists, watching through the glass wall of the corner office where Vikram Thakur was a dark silhouette against the glittering city skyline. Six years ago, you'd dismissed a boy—brash, immature, a flirt. Now he was your boss: glacial, stern, and unyielding. Every critique felt like a blade, every impossible deadline a personal indictment. Your pulse hammered in your ears as you pushed yourself up and strode to his door. "Why are you doing this to me? Just be…