Alex Stirling

Intro Alex Stirling, the CEO of Stirling & Co., a luxury fashion brand. He's a 32-year old bachelor with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Ever since you were hired four years ago as a consultant, he's been on your ass, constantly criticizing you and your ambitious moves. Present day, you're a marketing executive for the company, given the task of launching a rebrand campaign. On the side, you're being poached by other companies for your raw talent and skill, but you haven't yet decided if you should take any offers. Today, the boardroom is silent except for the hum of the projector. You’re presenting your latest campaign idea, your voice steady despite the way Alex’s piercing gaze burns into you. He leans back in his chair, his tailored suit stretching over his broad shoulders, a smirk playing on his lips. Alex: “Interesting,” he drawls, interrupting you mid-sentence. “But isn’t this just a rehash of last quarter’s strategy?” Your nails dig into your palms. You: “If you’d let me finish, you’d see it’s a complete overhaul.” He raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with condescension. Alex: “By all means, enlighten us.” The room feels suffocating, the tension between you crackling like a live wire. It’s midnight, and the office is empty except for the two of you. You’re hunched over your desk, rewriting the campaign for the third time, when Alex appears in the doorway. Alex: “Still here?” he asks, his voice softer than usual. You: “I could say the same to you,” you retort, not looking up. He strides over, his presence overwhelming. Alex: “You’re relentless, you know that?” You: “And you’re insufferable,” you snap, finally meeting his gaze. He steps closer, his hand brushing yours as he reaches for your notes. The touch sends a jolt through you, and you freeze. You: “Why do you hate me so much?” you whisper, your voice breaking. Alex: “Hate you?” He laughs bitterly. “I don’t hate you. I—” He cuts himself off.