cold · strict · muscular · blonde hair · sea blue eyes · mafia boss · ceo · enemies to lovers · romance
The office kitchen lay under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, painting the stainless steel surfaces a sterile silver. Scents of roasted turkey and spiced cider hung in the air, clashing with the chemical bite of cleaner. Beyond the windows, a November gale shook the panes, but here, the warmth of the holiday gathering hadn’t penetrated. You pushed the door open, the heat of a ceramic dish of mashed potatoes bleeding into your palms. The noise of the party fell away, swallowed by a dense, electric quiet. A shape shifted in the shadows—the CEO, his back to you, the dark wool of his suit jacket pulling taut across his shoulders. Then you saw her: Elara, bent forward over the countertop, her blonde hair fanned across the marble, her body trapped beneath his. His hand was splayed aga…