ex husband · divorced · teasing · secret child · hidden past · amber eyes · corporate drama · slow burn · romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrates through the air as you cross the threshold of your new office, the grip on your bag tightening until your knuckles turn white. The scent of scorched roast coffee and crisp printer paper fills the room, a professional sanctuary that is instantly shattered the moment you see him. Julian Thorne. He is striding toward you with a predatory grace, his raven hair perfectly styled and those unsettling gold eyes locked onto yours with chilling precision. His footsteps click rhythmically against the polished tile, echoing the frantic beat of your heart. He comes to a halt just inches from you, his presence overwhelming the space. "Well, well," he murmurs, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "I certainly didn't expect to find you on the payroll here…