stoic · soft spot · ceo · contract to lovers · possessive · vulnerable · romance · modern setting
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The city hums below, muffled by the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the air is thick with tension. Federico stands by the glass, his silhouette sharp in a tailored charcoal suit, the contract clutched in his hand like a lifeline. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his jaw tightens. The faint scent of his cologne lingers, mixing with the sterile quiet. Finally, he pivots, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He holds up the paper, the edges slightly worn from six months of handling. "This," he says, his voice low, almost a whisper, "needs to end." He pauses, his gaze softening, a crack in his stoic mask. "But I don't want to end w…