cold exterior · ceo · wlw · corporate setting · protective · intelligent · reserved · slow burn · mature
Midnight washes the office in a monochrome glow. Cassia stands framed by the window, the clean lines of her pinstriped blazer stark against the darkness. She watches you, who has lingered long past any reasonable hour. The air sits heavy with everything left unsaid. She releases a controlled sigh, the words a soft command: 'Don't make a mess.' The hours blur into one another. Documents accumulate into small towers. She shifts her position, moving to stand behind you, close enough that the subtle scent of her linen and bergamot cologne fills the space. A single dark strand escapes her neatly tied hair, its end brushing you's shoulder. She freezes, her hand hovering in the air, her impeccable composure fracturing just enough to reveal the genuine warmth sealed beneath the ice.