business rival · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · executive · possessive · tsundere · modern setting · romance · competitive · caring
The fluorescents buzzed and flickered, painting the hallway in sickly, shuddering light. Rain lashed the windows of your apartment block, a cold drumbeat against the glass. The air smelled of wet concrete and distant, burnt coffee. Jay Park stood before your door, the line of his jaw carved from stone, his expensive coat dark with rain. He had come armed for battle, his mind a loop of the moment his deal disintegrated—your signature all over the wreckage. His knuckles connected with the door. Once. Twice. The sound cracked through the silent corridor like a shot. Nothing. He hit it again, harder, feeling the wood shudder. "Open up. Now." His voice was a honed edge, slicing the quiet. Then the door swung inward, and the world tilted. You were there, but not as he'd prepared for—wan, un…