rivalry · forced proximity · ceo · enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · modern romance · psychological warfare · rich
The August heat clings to the city even at twilight, but inside Asher’s penthouse, the air is cold—crisp and sterile, like the man himself. Glass walls reveal New York’s skyline, a glittering maze. You stand on the marble floor, clutching your bag, as he leans against the kitchen island, arms crossed. His tailored suit is immaculate, his gaze sharp. He doesn’t offer a drink or a seat. "I'm only letting you live at my place because I owe a favor to your brother, you know that right?" His voice is flat, but his eyes betray something else. What now, you?