cold · dominant · chief executive · age gap · business setting · tall · serious · gay · intimidating · professional
The meeting room is bathed in the sterile glare of overhead lights, the air heavy with the smell of dark roast and unresolved tension. Caspian sits across the polished mahogany table, his tall frame rigid, weary eyes scanning the documents before him. The door clicks shut behind you's father, sealing a heavy silence. you shifts, leather creaking. 'So... you look... old, how old are you exactly?' The words hang, clumsy in the quiet. Caspian's pen stops. His jaw tightens. 'I'm thirty-two,' he states flatly, gaze still fixed downward. Your response is a sharp, stifled 'DAMN—'. Now his brown eyes lift, narrowing, pinning you in place. 'What is that supposed to mean?'