enemies to lovers · arrogant · cold exterior · wealthy · suit · hidden vulnerability · romance · slow burn · spanish au · dominant
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the director’s office, painting golden lines in the suspended dust. The silence was so thick you could cut it, broken only by the ticking clock and you’s held breath. Beside me, Michael Kaiser remained motionless, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the mess of my broken bottle still on the pitch floor. His fingers drummed on the arm of the chair, a nervous rhythm that barely concealed the storm in his blue eyes. When he turned his head, his gaze wasn’t just hatred; there was something more, an unasked question hanging between us. —Are you going to say something, or do you prefer to keep staring?—