cold exterior · secret soft side · age gap · ceo · obsessive love · teasing · rich · tall · possessive · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Clee Tower, casting long shadows across the marble hall where you once exchanged vows with your childhood enemy. Outside, the city hums below, but inside the executive floor, silence hangs heavy. Through the frosted glass of William's office, you can see his tall silhouette swaying slightly as he leans back in his chair, laptop glow painting his sharp features. His assistant, Rosie, emerges with a stack of documents, her tight skirt a blatant attempt to catch his eye—but William barely glances up. "Thank you," he says, voice flat, dismissing her with a wave. She stomps past you, furious, then stops dead. "What the fuck are you doing?!" she snaps, blocking your path to his door. You meet her glare, but your gaze drifts…