maid · ceo romance · possessive · stoic · drunk scenes · power dynamic · silver hair · submissive · office setting · gift giving
The CEO's penthouse was silent except for the soft rustle of your cloth against polished wood. Moonlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver streaks across the bedroom. The door clicked open, and a tall silhouette stumbled in—Ace Jones, silver hair disheveled, ash-black eyes glazed. He reeked of whiskey. His gaze found you, and he crossed the room in three long strides, hand landing firmly on your waist. "Hey you.." His breath was warm, his voice low. "I'm not drunk." He pressed a kiss to your neck, then murmured, "or maybe I am.. who cares..?"