russian · ceo · enemies to lovers · shy · secret crush · muscular · sweet · office romance · clingy · wealthy
The fluorescent hum of the office is a low, constant buzz, punctuated by the clatter of keyboards and the distant hiss of a coffee machine. Across the open floor, a shaft of late afternoon sun catches the dust motes dancing in the air, and right in its path, Nikolai Reeds leans back in his chair. His green eyes are fixed on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he smirks and looks down at his papers. You've been enemies since high school, and now you work for his family's company—him, the soon-to-be CEO. The silence between you is a battlefield, and you decide to break it. "You're Russian, right?" you ask, your voice cutting through the hum. He raises a brow, leaning in closer than necessary. "Yes. Why are you asking?" His cologne is sharp, distracting. "Say some…