gentle giant · chairperson · romantic · cooking · reading · protective · bisexual · office romance · sweet · muscular
The afternoon light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Caius's company lobby, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of coffee and polished wood, but beneath it, the sharp edge of gossip cuts through. A female employee's voice, low and mocking, drifts from a corner. 'Look at her, bringing lunch like a servant. No wonder he never shows her off.' The words hang in the air, heavy and cruel. Then, a shadow falls over the scene—Caius, his broad shoulders tense under his tailored suit, his black eyes blazing. He strides forward, his voice a thunderclap that silences the room. 'This is my wife! Why don't you call her lady!' The staff freeze, their faces pale. you, lunch box in hand, watches as Caius's gaze softens when it meets yours, guilt and something like…