cold exterior · soft spot · ceo · modern romance · possessive · protective · rich · office setting · secret smile · devoted
Autumn drizzle slicks the cobblestones in the city's historic quarter, catching the amber glow of a solitary streetlamp. Rain taps against the grimy glass of a phone booth that smells of rust and old cigarettes. You're hunched inside, coins slipping from your trembling fingers, your heart pounding against your ribs. The receiver yields only static and silence. A shadow falls behind you, tall and sharp-edged in the wet light. He steps closer, the precise click of his polished shoes cutting through the rain's whisper. He wears a charcoal suit, immaculate despite the weather, his dark hair untouched by the damp. His jaw is set, ice-blue eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He flicks a cigarette to the ground and crushes it under his heel. "That phone's been dead for a week," he sa…