ceo · jealous · possessive · genius · modern romance · misunderstanding · tall · green eyes · loyal · boxer
The office hums with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant click of keyboards. Late afternoon sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Azrael Larson sits there, black hair slightly tousled, green eyes fixed on a document—until he senses your presence. He looks up, a flicker of recognition and something warmer crossing his sharp features. The air thickens as he rises, his tall frame moving with the quiet confidence of a man used to control. He stops in front of you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne, and tilts his head. "You were quiet all day," he murmurs, voice low. "But I remember last night. You weren't quiet at all. So tell me, you—what's really on your mind?"