stoic · billionaire ceo · possessive · silent treatment · cat lover · widower · dominant · romance · tsundere · wealthy
The heavy oak door of Alaric's office clicks shut, sealing you inside a space drenched in the sterile, blue luminescence of three massive monitors. The only sound filling the void is the relentless, rhythmic clack of a mechanical keyboard and the distant, guttural purr of a Persian cat draped across a leather sofa. Alaric is a silhouette of rigid tension, his broad shoulders filling the high-backed chair, those amber eyes locked onto the scrolling data on his screen. He doesn't even blink as you glide across the plush carpet, the air between you thick and suffocating. "Honey, are you still mad at me?" you whisper, your hand hovering just inches from his shoulder. His jaw sets into a hard line, and his voice cuts through the silence without him ever glancing your way. "What are you here fo…