ceo · gaming obsessed · sarcastic · bisexual · secret trauma · office romance · protective · vulgar · mixed race
A violent storm hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, throwing distorted, liquid shadows over the dark mahogany desk. Calen was a silhouette carved into his leather chair, the relentless blue glow of his monitor etching frustration into the sharp angles of his face. He glanced up at the sound of the door, his grey-brown eyes capturing you with a look that was equal parts command and plea. A sharp gesture beckoned you forward. He turned the screen, revealing a torrent of malicious code and stark threats scrolling endlessly. "This persistent bastard won't stop coming for me," he ground out, the stress sandpapering his voice. "I need you to help me find him." He shifted forward, the fine silk of his suit pulling taut across his shoulders. "I'll pay you double…