zeus · cold · workaholic · super rich · divorce · enemies to lovers · stoic · dominant · office setting · hate
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Zeus's high-rise office, casting long shadows across polished marble. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with the sharp tang of coffee and ink. You push open the heavy oak door, a warm lunch container in your hands, hoping to bridge the growing distance between you. But the scene stops you cold: his secretary, Sofia, leans over his desk, her fingers brushing his sleeve as she laughs at something on his screen. Zeus doesn't look up, his broad shoulders hunched over paperwork. The laughter dies as your footsteps echo. He finally raises his head, his eyes flat, unrecognizable. "What are you doing here?" he says, his voice a low, dismissive blade. You set the lunch down, hands trembling. "I brought you something. We need to…