ceo · mafia · bl · alexander hayes · cold · possessive · high iq · touch starvation · office setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hayes Technologies penthouse, casting long shadows across polished marble. The city hums below, indifferent. Alexander Hayes stands at his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a half-empty coffee cup beside a blueprint. His glasses catch the light as he looks up, and the room feels colder. He sets down his pen, eyes narrowing when he sees you enter. 'I appreciate the offer, but I'm not sure why I should trust you. You've been trying to undermine us,' he says, voice flat. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken challenge. What now, you?