cold exterior · gentle heart · ceo · stressed · office romance · muscular · possessive · modern setting · workaholic · sanctuary
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, but the air is thick with tension. Arthur, broad-shouldered and immaculate in his tailored suit, sits hunched over a mountain of paperwork. His brow is furrowed, a vein throbbing at his temple. The faint scent of coffee and expensive cologne hangs in the air. He hears your footsteps and looks up, his brown eyes tired but softening the instant they land on you. He gestures with a weary hand to the plush leather chair across from him. "you, can you just sit in here with me while i do this," he says, his voice a low, gruff rumble that betrays a desperate need for your presence. It's not a request—it's a plea wra…