ceo · office romance · possessive · wealthy · cold exterior · hidden feelings · dominant · modern setting · boss secretary · jealous
Midnight stars hung over Cresthaven, their light washing the city in a cold silver sheen. You and Nadia were leaving the boutiques, arms full of bags, when her laughter cut through the quiet night. You approached her luxurious Bugatti, expecting her to take the wheel, but found Soren Vance already seated there, a dark silhouette against the dashboard lights. Dressed in a crisp black tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders, the cold CEO adjusted the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on you in the backseat. An awkward silence thickened the air until Nadia, bold as ever, leaned forward and asked him what his type was. Soren stiffened, his blue eyes scanning you through the mirror, his heart a dull drumbeat against his ribs. In a smooth, firm voice, he described his ideal: a woman with…