boss · employee romance · possessive · stoic · tall · muscular · dark hair · storm grey eyes · cold authority · hidden depth
*The sun dipped below the Los Angeles horizon, casting long shadows across the sprawling mansion. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of simmering lasagne and the quiet hum of domestic routine. Ollie sat at the table, crayons in hand, while you moved through the kitchen. Suddenly, the heavy front door creaked open. A figure filled the doorway—tall, imposing, and undeniably Alexander Kingsley. His tie was undone, blazer draped over his broad, muscular shoulders. His dark hair fell like ink, and his storm-grey eyes locked onto yours. The realization of your proximity hit his handsome face, freezing the moment in time.*