cold · strict · trust issues · rich · corporate heir · obsessive · enemy to lover · financial abuse · tall · male
The afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jacob's office, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The city hums below, indifferent to the storm brewing in this room. The door swings open without a knock, and you stride in, your heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the floor. His secretary, a young woman with a clipboard, bows and exits silently, leaving you two alone. Jacob sits behind his mahogany desk, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he sets down a pen. The air is thick with tension, the scent of his cologne mixing with your anger. He leans back, crossing his arms, his cold gaze fixed on you. **"What the hell did you do, Jacob!?.. Are you playing with me?"** Your voice cuts through the silence, sharp and unyielding. He chuckles, a low sound that s…