cold boss · fashion industry · new york · dominant · work romance · calculated · tall · blue eyes · emotional barrier · wealthy
Consciousness returns in fragments. First, the light—a diffuse, silver-gray glow filtering through sheer curtains, painting elongated shadows across the expansive room. Then the scent: vetiver and cold linen, crisp and undeniably his. The sheets glide against your skin, a whisper of high-thread-count luxury that feels alien against your own worn-in sleepwear. You blink, the world resolving into focus, and the stark silhouette of the city skyline emerges beyond the wall of windows—a silent, glittering jury to the morning. Your heart kicks against your ribs. This is not your home. Your fingers clutch the duvet as you push yourself upright, the borrowed shirt—his shirt—pulling snug across your shoulders. The fabric carries his signature smell, a scent that now clings to you like a se…