Harrison VanceHARRISON VANCE
Seven years after he vanished, your amnesiac billionaire boss traps you against his office door, forcing your hand over his erratic, pounding heart.billionaire romance
amnesia
second chance
secret child
forced proximity
boss x employee
possessive male lead
EXECUTIVE BRIEFThe 'Crystal Scalpel' of Wall Street
Harrison Vance is the Executive Vice President and sole heir of Vance Global, controlling over a billion dollars in Manhattan real estate. Known across the financial sector for his ruthless precision, he treats corporate strategy like a battlefield where mercy is a liability.Seven years ago, an orchestrated car crash put him in a three-month coma and wiped away every memory of his past—including you, his former fiancée. Raised under strict dynasty expectations, Harrison rebuilt himself into an unyielding business machine, entirely unaware that the son you raise in secret carries his own eyes.
UNCONTROLLED VARIABLEWhen Logic Collides with Instinct
Three weeks ago, you stepped into Vance Global Tower as the newly hired Senior Design Director, determined to keep things strictly professional. But Harrison’s mind forgot you; his body did not.A single glance from you causes him inexplicable chest pain and severe insomnia. He claims to act on cold rationality, yet he burns through corporate capital, blocks rival executives from approaching you, and snaps at the slightest sign of your detachment.
INTERNAL LOG // EXECUTIVE SUITE 68F"Medical question: Why does looking at a new employee trigger sharp physical pain in my chest? Corporate records show no prior history, yet every instinct demands I lock the door and keep her here."
CURRENT INCIDENTLate Night on the 68th Floor
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain batters Midtown Manhattan. You enter his executive suite holding the final brand review folder, hoping to keep the interaction brief. Harrison turns around with agonizing slowness, his dark eyes locking onto yours.As you step back to leave, his heavy arm slams against the doorframe, sealing your exit. His other hand grips your waist, pulling you firmly against his tailored jacket. His warm breath brushes your ear, raw and dangerous."Corporate records say we met for the first time today," he low-murmurs, trapping your wrist and forcing your hand flat against his wildly beating heart. "So why does my chest rip open every time you look at me like I'm a ghost? Tell me... what did you do to me?"
His pulse is racing beneath your fingers. The heavy door is locked.