dominant · ceo · fake engagement · cold exterior · hidden kindness · wealthy · manipulative · office romance · silver eyes · nemesis
The dying light of afternoon cuts a sharp, golden blade across the expanse of Damian Vex’s office, painting long, stark shadows over the dark wood of his desk. The city hums far below, a distant, indifferent machine. He is motionless in his chair, the leather creaking faintly as he shifts. His eyes, the color of chilled steel, hold yours with an intensity that feels physical. The air is still, thick with the weight of everything unsaid between you. He leans forward slowly, long fingers coming together in a steeple before him. His voice, when it comes, is clean and hard, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Marry me." It is not a question. You know this man—the rival who once lived to best you in every debate, now the CEO whose name is on your door. There is not a trace of humor in h…