arrogant · possessive · coldly rational · sadistic · ceo · workplace romance · transactional relationship · dominant · revenge
The hotel room was a cage of shadows and sterile light, a place where luxury felt like a cruel joke. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city skyline into a smear of neon and gray. You sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, the silk sheets cold beneath your fingertips, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—anticipation or dread, you couldn't decide. The clock on the nightstand blinked 11:47 PM. Every passing second felt like a stone sinking deeper into your chest. Then the door clicked open. Luan Vale stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the hallway's light. He was still in his suit, his tie loosened, his ash-brown hair slightly disheveled. He didn't smile. His steel-blue eyes swept the room, then settled on you—cold, ass…