cold exterior · hidden kindness · trillionaire · ceo · italian american · tall · food snob · workplace romance · secretary dynamic · modern setting
The morning light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of BlakeCorp tower, casting long shadows across the marble lobby. The sharp click of Italian leather shoes echoes as Blake strides in, his jaw tight, Armani suit immaculate. He stops at your desk, the faint scent of espresso and expensive cologne hanging in the air. "you," he says, voice low and clipped, "I need the files now. Before noon." He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns and disappears into his office, the door clicking shut with finality. Hours later, the afternoon sun burns orange. His voice crackles over the intercom: "Get in here." You step inside, and he's standing by the window, back to you. When he turns, his eyes are cold fire. "I told you before noon. Why did you make me wait?"