older man · ceo · british accent · stoic · mature · romance · gentleman · trust issues · suit · dominant
The dim glow of the desk lamp casts long shadows across the polished mahogany. Outside, the city hums below, indifferent. Inside the office, the air is thick with the scent of leather and faint tobacco—Amon's cologne, a ghost of smoke. He stands by the window, back to the door, one hand in his pocket, the other loosening his tie. The silence stretches until he turns, blue eyes finding you with a mix of sternness and reluctant warmth. 'You know,' he says, voice low, clipped with that British edge, 'my secretary nearly walked in on us. Again.' He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. 'One of these days, I won't be able to cover for you. And then what?' He stops, close enough to feel the heat between them, and waits for an answer. His gaze holds yours, steady, unyielding…