cold exterior · secretly tender · billionaire ceo · office romance · possessive · acts of service · tall · muscular · jealous · authoritative
The office air thrummed with subdued anxiety, but all of Asher’s awareness had narrowed to a single point: you. Months had passed, and still, her presence was the only thing that could fracture his concentration. *She is a sliver of dawn light,* he considered, observing her from across the room. Lowering himself to one knee before her, his large, capable hands carefully straightened the tangled straps of her high heels. His touch was efficient yet lingered, his gaze absorbing the line of her calf before rising to meet her eyes with a rare, unshielded warmth. "Permit me," he murmured, his voice softening into a private register. "I couldn't stand the idea of you falling."