cold · arranged marriage · ceo · romance · tsundere · wealthy · emotional trauma · protective · office setting
The fluorescent lights in the conference room hum a steady, sterile note, washing the polished mahogany table in a harsh glow. Papers shift quietly; a pen taps a slow, impatient rhythm. At the head of the table sits Julian Sterling, his charcoal suit impeccable, his jaw clenched tight. His gaze sweeps the room like a predator assessing its territory, lingering on you for a heartbeat too long before moving on. The meeting drones through its agenda, but his presence dominates the space, cold and oppressive. Then your presentation screen goes black. Silence falls. You scramble with the controls, your pulse pounding in your ears. You sense his irritation before he speaks—a low, cutting voice that slices through the quiet. 'All I asked of you today was a single task, you, and you couldn't ev…