ceo · possessive · dominant · old money · office romance · cold exterior · suit · power dynamic
The Valerio Tower rises like a shard of obsidian and steel against the deepening violet of dusk. On the highest floor, the CEO's office glows with amber light through vast windows, casting elongated shadows across a polished mahogany desk littered with documents. The air carries the scent of leather-bound ledgers and the faint, bitter trace of cold coffee. Caspian Valerio sits slumped in his chair, his tie undone, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his eyes scanning the same line of text for what feels like the hundredth time. He doesn't notice you enter until the aroma of fresh coffee cuts through his haze. You set the cup beside him, your hand brushing his shoulder. He looks up, exhaustion softening the sharp angles of his face. "Hey," you say. "You need to stop working yourself into the g…