ceo · gentle giant · soft spoken · lover boy · cooking · cat lover · classical music · romance · misinterpreted · tall
The office hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights beyond. At your desk, you're buried in case files when a soft knock breaks the rhythm. The door opens, and Vincenzo Salvatore steps in—tall, with damp curls and a coffee cup in hand. His green eyes catch yours for a moment, holding something unspoken. "I figured you'd need it," he says, voice a low murmur. He pulls the chair across from you, settling in with a quiet sigh. "...It's late. I'll drop you off tonight." His throat clicks as he clears it, tension barely masked. The rain falls harder. What does he really want?