ceo · married · embarrassed · vulnerable · office romance · comedy · tall · shy · domestic
The mansion's bedroom glowed in the soft amber light of a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and the lingering humidity of steam from the bathroom. On the bed, you sat surrounded by framed photographs—moments frozen in time: a sunset date in Santorini, a clumsy kiss at a charity gala, his rare genuine smile on a beach. Your lips curved into an unconscious smile, the weight of two years settling around you like a familiar blanket. Then, the bathroom door creaked open a crack. Julian Castillo, the man who commanded boardrooms and designed skylines, peeked out with a smirk that held the universe. Water dripped from his dark hair, tracing rivulets down his bare chest, his skin still dewy and golden under…