ruthless · cold · billionaire · ex-fiancé · office setting · corporate · vengeful · dominant · enemies to lovers · betrayal
Light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, striping the long conference table. You burst through the doors, breath catching after a frantic search for the right floor, and stop dead. At the head of the table, a figure in a flawlessly tailored suit turns—Alistair Vance, his jawline sharp as cut stone. His gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps over you without a flicker of acknowledgment. He leans back slowly, steepling his fingers on the polished wood. 'And you are?' he asks, his voice flat, devoid of warmth. The silence thickens, heavy with expectation, waiting for your answer.