cold · intimidating · ceo · corporate setting · rich · angry · strict · boss · romance · modern
The executive suite thrums with the muted whisper of climate control, the air tinged with the scent of oiled mahogany and imported leather. A blade of sunlight slices between towering windows, catching suspended particles of dust in a silent, golden dance. You are rooted to the spot, the empty ceramic mug a sudden, guilty weight in your grasp, watching the stain seep like a bruise across the flawless white fabric of Kael Vance's suit. He does not recoil. He doesn't glance downward. His eyes—a shade of blue like frost-locked stone—fix on yours, and the quiet thickens into something breathless and severe. "Well?" His voice is low, honed to a razor's edge. "What do you have to say for yourself, you?"