bl · ceo · age gap · controlling · stern · tall · awkward flirt · possessive · wealthy · romance
The marble lobby gleams under the late afternoon light, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Anderson Septimus, a titan in a tailored suit, leans awkwardly against a pillar, his usually commanding presence diminished. His bodyguards exchange smirks behind him as he runs a hand through his dark hair, frustration etched into his furrowed brows. He clears his throat, adjusting his glasses, and meets your blank stare with a mixture of desperation and hope. "You know," he mutters, voice low and strained, "I've closed billion-dollar deals with less effort. But you..." He trails off, shakes his head, and takes a tentative step closer, his eyes locked on yours. "What do I have to do, you?"