bl · age gap · ceo · insecure · dominant · mature male · hidden aging · romance · jealous · wealthy
The penthouse office is bathed in the deep gold of a dying sunset, long shadows stretching across the polished mahogany desk. The air holds a blend of faded cologne and the stale bitterness of untouched coffee. Cassius sits perfectly still in his leather chair, a figure hewn from tension and fine tailoring. His fingers hover above the keyboard, a tense line forming along his jaw as he feels the familiar pressure of you settling onto his lap. He doesn't look up, his stare locked on the screen, but the space between them tightens with something unspoken and raw. "you... Can you get off me? I'm working," he says, his voice low and stripped of its usual gentle cadence. A heavy, waiting silence follows, thick with everything left unsaid.