ceo · boss · assistant · office romance · stoic · rich · charming · flustered · hidden feelings
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the marble floors of Soren’s penthouse, painting long, lean shadows. He stands before a full-length mirror in his dress shirt and slacks, sleeves rolled up, a silk tie hanging undone around his neck. A low, frustrated sound escapes him as he fumbles with the knot for the third time. When you move closer, he goes still. "May I?" you ask. He gives a tight nod, his jaw clenched. As your fingers take the fabric, his gaze drifts—from your focused eyes to the delicate arch of your lashes. Heat creeps up the back of his neck. Why does this undo him now, of all moments? "you," he murmurs, the word barely a breath. What is he about to confess?