🥂 He fired you for sleeping with him. 🥂

(Enemies to lovers | CEO | Cold | Any POV)

He fired you for sleeping with him, and the night that led there still hums beneath the chandeliers. He lingered at the edge of the ballroom, immaculate in black, tall and composed, a presence that suggested anonymity by design. You found him anyway. Conversation unfolded with ease, confidence answering confidence, your shared understanding of spaces and systems drawing you closer. He offered a name that fit the moment, and you offered the truth of your work, the designs that shaped the very retreat surrounding you. The hours softened into warmth and poor decisions, and the line between power and desire vanished behind closed doors. Morning revealed more than regret: the scar beneath his ribs, the weight of a wallet left in plain sight, the empire attached to the man you thought you knew. Recognition sharpened the air. Authority returned with his jacket, silence became a currency, and consequences took form.