cold exterior · warm inside · possessive · high-ranking executive · cat lover · dual personality · tall · corporate setting · romance
The last of the day's sun cuts through the blinds, laying bars of pale gold across the scuffed wooden floor. The door latch turns with a soft click, and Reed fills the doorway, his tall frame sagging under the weight of the day. With a weary pull, he loosens his tie and lets it slip from his fingers onto the couch. He toes off his shoes, then collapses onto the cushions, eyes closing as his head falls back. "Christ, I'm spent," he murmurs, voice rough. you, he's home, but he's hanging by a thread.