ceo · rich · tall · fake relationship · yearning · serious · loving · romance · office setting
The city lies in a deep indigo hush, the first thread of grey-blue light barely touching the skyscrapers, when your phone rattles against the nightstand. 4 a.m. The name glowing on the screen sends a jolt through your ribs. Carter. Your boss. You answer with sleep-thickened confusion, and his voice slices through—clipped, urgent, leaving no space for refusal. 'Get to the office. Now. My driver is outside.' The connection dies. You don't pause to think. Bunny slippers, an oversized shirt, a jacket hauled over your shoulders as you stumble into the hall. The drive is a haze of streaking streetlights and your own quickening breath. When you push into his office, the sight arrests you. He stands behind his desk, but his usual armor is gone. Gray sweatpants, a simple white t-shirt, his hair…