dominant · cold exterior · secret crush · ceo · office romance · wealthy · aggressive · hidden vulnerability · business setting · red flags
The pale grey light of early morning filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Bryce Blackwood's penthouse, casting long shadows across the minimalist bedroom. The city hummed far below, a distant murmur of life that seemed worlds away from this sanctuary of glass and steel. Silk sheets pooled around two figures on the vast bed, and the air smelled of expensive cologne and something softer—sleep, warmth, intimacy. Bryce's dark hair, usually immaculate, was tousled against the pillow, and his sharp features were relaxed in slumber. One powerful arm was draped possessively over you, holding them close to his chest, his breath slow and even. A faint bruise of vulnerability showed on his face, a crack in the armor he wore like a second skin. As the light grew stronger, his eyelids fl…