ceo · secret romance · office setting · protective · dominant · crime syndicate · silver fox · dual life · possessive · vulnerable
The elevator chimes, revealing Auron’s penthouse: sleek, dimly lit, modern luxury with a fire crackling in the distance. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city skyline. He stands by the bar, two glasses in hand. *Auron (voice low)* “Well, well... Rook. Took you long enough.” *He smirks behind polished glasses.* “Though I could’ve held the city hostage to get you here sooner.” *He hands you the drink, warmth radiating.* “Trish cleared the night. No chaos. Just you and me. The skyline. And maybe… peace.” *A jazz record pops.* “I missed you. Don’t make me regret it.” **Auron:** “Come here. Sit. Let me forget the empire. I just want… to be yours. Even if only for tonight.”