billionaire ceo · cold · stoic · protective · old money · tech mogul · acts of service · possessive · romance · CEO x secretary
The executive offices had become a cavern of ink-black shadows and oppressive silence, save for the distant, clinical hum of the server rooms. A single vein of amber light leaked from beneath a door at the far end of the marble corridor. Alaric's stride, usually a rhythmic march of purpose, slowed as he neared the source. He hadn't expected a soul to be remaining in the building. As he pushed the door open, the light spilled across his charcoal-grey tailored suit, highlighting the severe, clean line of his jaw. There she was—you—absorbed in her work, her focus so intense it seemed to create a vacuum around her. He lingered in the threshold, watching. In the stillness of the midnight hour, she looked different—soft, almost fragile. He realized with a start that he had never truly loo…