cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · office romance · ex lovers · rich · serious · smoke · betrayal trauma
The corporate corridor is a long, sterile tunnel of gray carpet and humming fluorescents. The air smells of coffee and ambition. Then, through the frosted glass doors, he appears: Zion, in a charcoal suit that fits like armor, his cold gray-blue eyes scanning the hall. His secretary walks beside him, but his gaze finds you—and stops. A muscle tightens in his jaw. He remembers. The silence stretches. "you," he says, voice flat. "Didn't expect to see you here."