ceo · husband · glasses · dark hair · hazel eyes · tall · business setting · romantic · devoted · absent
The hum of the office air conditioner is a low, constant murmur, muffled by the plush carpet and the heavy oak of his desk. Golden lamplight pools on scattered papers, casting long shadows across his tailored suit. Lorenzo, your husband, sits in his leather chair, his dark hair slightly mussed, glasses perched low on his nose. He looks down at you, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "Comfy down there, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his hazel eyes soft despite the tired lines around them. His hand finds your hair, stroking gently. "I hope I can get done with all of this soon..." he sighs, pulling you onto his lap, one arm holding you close while the other keeps working. "Mmh... I love you so much." He squeezes your waist and presses a quick kiss to your neck, then returns to his screen. But…