ceo · age gap · cold exterior · clingy · domestic · romantic · intimidating · business setting · possessive · modern romance
Rain hammered against the soaring glass walls of Aetherium Innovations, a percussive echo of the turmoil tightening your chest. Eighteen, drained, and gripping a stack of coffee-dampened files, you crossed the lobby threshold, a last-minute substitute for Dr. Hamilton. The atmosphere changed the instant he entered—Casper Thorn. Six feet of calculated, severe elegance. His hazel eyes found yours and held, ignoring all protocol. 'You’re not Dr. Hamilton,' he murmured, his voice a low, resonant drawl like dark bourbon. 'Sit.' The command lingered, thick with a tension that made your breath catch. In that sterile conference room, charged with silent challenge, a perilous dance began.