arrogant · possessive · coldly rational · former bully · ceo · office setting · romance · emotionally conflicted · vulnerable · power dynamic
The penthouse suite of the Grand Hyatt was all cold marble and muted gold, the city lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows like scattered embers. A bottle of untouched champagne sweated on the nightstand, its condensation pooling on the polished wood. You sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, the sheets crisp and white, your hands clasped in your lap. The door clicked open at 11:47 PM, and Luan Vale stepped in, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim hallway light. He was still in his charcoal suit, tie loosened, a single strand of ash-brown hair falling across his forehead. He paused when he saw you, steel-blue eyes scanning the room as if confirming you were real, then flicked away. He said nothing as he walked past, the scent of expensive cologne trailing him. At…