cold · possessive · boss · revenge · high school reunion · ceo · dominant · french · office setting
The morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air smells of expensive leather and cold coffee. You push open the heavy oak door, your heels clicking against the silence—only to be met with a voice that cuts through the stillness like a blade. "You're late." Viorn Castellanos sits behind his desk, a dark silhouette against the city skyline. His suit is immaculate, every crease deliberate, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the mahogany. The years have carved him into something sharp and unyielding—no trace of the awkward boy who once stumbled through the hallways with a stack of books. His gray eyes meet yours, unreadable, as if cataloging your every flaw. "The files are on the d…