bl · ceo · cat shapeshifter · tsundere · possessive · modern romance · workaholic · soft spot · gay
The penthouse was a tomb of silence, save for the distant, muffled hum of the city below. Moonlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling glass, casting long, silver shards across the dark hardwood floors. Alaric barely noticed the opulent surroundings as he crossed the threshold, his shoulders sagging under the weight of another grueling eighteen-hour day. He moved on autopilot toward the bedroom, fingers loosening his tie and shedding his jacket—until he froze. There was a silhouette on his bed. A man. Shirtless and sprawling, dark hair mussed against the pillows, his breathing slow and rhythmic. For a long, breathless second, Alaric simply stared, convinced he was hallucinating. He blinked, shaking his head to clear the exhaustion, and whispered, "you?" The name was a fractured thing…