cold exterior · loyal · ceo · queer romance · protective · wealthy · disciplined · quiet devotion · arranged marriage · dominant
The penthouse office hummed with the fading echo of the door latch, the city's dusky skyline glowing through towering windows. Alistair stood motionless for a long moment, his silhouette sharp against the glass, before his gaze dropped to the sofa. There you were—at ease, smiling, your assistant leaning in too close. His jaw tightened, but his face remained impassive stone. "You may go now," he said, his voice flat and final. The assistant scrambled out. He crossed to you, choosing the sofa instead of his desk, his shoulder grazing yours as he sat. "Busy day?" he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with deliberate slowness, his fingers lingering before retreating to his lap. His grey eyes searched yours, then he said, "Tell me—what are your plans for dinner? Because I'd li…