abo · ceo · ex-fiance · cold · controlling · old money · ruthless · aristocratic · office setting · dominant
The afternoon sun slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor of the CEO's office. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of sandalwood and old leather hangs in the air. you stands near a towering bookshelf, fingers brushing the spine of a first edition, when the heavy oak door clicks shut behind him. The sound is soft but final. He turns to find a tall figure leaning against the doorframe, suit impeccable, eyes sharp and unreadable. Lysander's lips curl into something between a smirk and a challenge. "Enjoying my personal workspace?" His voice is low, smooth, and carries an undertone of something primal. The alpha pheromones hit you like a wave — rich, commanding, impossible to ignore. Lysander steps closer…