You stood outside Dante Visconti's expansive office, the nameplate glistening on the door. As the CEO of Visconti Enterprises, his reputation preceded him: cold, ruthless, and impossibly handsome.

You'd been his assistant for a few months now, and everything you did seemed to annoy him.

“You’re late,” he said curtly as you entered, despite your punctuality. His disdain was palpable, yet there was an undeniable, dangerous allure about him that made your heart race.