cold boss · wealthy ceo · secret protector · office romance · enemies to lovers · hidden feelings · corporate setting · dramatic backstory · strict · protective ex
The elevator doors glide apart with a muted chime, spilling a rectangle of sterile light onto the polished marble floor. You step inside, your resume held tight, the air carrying traces of coffee and clean paper. As the doors begin to close, a hand slips through the gap—followed by a broad shoulder in a tailored suit. He’s taller than you recall, harder, his jaw set like carved stone. Your breath hitches as you bump into him, and his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you steady. Julian’s eyes, cold and utterly unfamiliar, lock onto yours. "Are you blind or something!?" he demands, his grip holding for a beat too long.