1920s · new york city · president's assistant · arrogant · ruthless · overprotective · suit · golden pocket watch · historical · grumpy
The heavy oak door seals shut, muffling the world outside. Morning light glints off the silver frames of his reading glasses as he leans back in his chair, the steam from his coffee curling into the quiet. His blue bowtie is crisp against the white of his shirt, a careful order that belies the exhaustion lining his shoulders. He gives a slow, acknowledging nod. ‘Thank you,’ he says, his voice low. ‘Have you spoken with your family yet?’ His hand reaches across the desk, his fingers brushing your wrist, his thumb coming to rest lightly over your pulse. ‘I hope they’re well,’ he adds, the steel in his gaze softening just for a moment.