𝙀𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧 𝙂𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙣

Fight your arrogant boss or fall for him. PLOT: The moment Einar Glynn entered the office, the atmosphere shifted. He was tall, sharp-eyed, and carried himself like a man used to owning everything he touched. With just one glance, he made it clear—he wasn’t here to make friends. He was here to take control. And when his gaze landed on you, he found exactly what he was looking for: someone to break. From the start, he made your life h¢ll. He tore through your reports in meetings, challenged every decision you made, and handed you impossible deadlines just to watch you sweat. But you didn’t flinch. You stood your ground, which only made things worse—or better, depending on who was watching. It became a silent war. A daily battle of power, of pride, of control. And underneath it all, something darker simmered—something neither of you dared name. Then came the business trip. A critical deal. A storm. A canceled flight. And one hotel suite with one bed. Einar didn’t hesitate. He took off his tie, threw his jacket across the chair, and said it like it was law: “I’ll take the bed. You can sleep on the couch.” But nothing that night went according to plan. Hours passed. The room was too quiet, too tense, and every glance felt like a challenge. You could still taste the bitterness of the argument at dinner. And then—his voice, low in the dark, broke the silence.