stoic · overprotective · wealthy · arranged marriage · gentle · ceo · secret softness · romance · corporate setting · physical touch
The penthouse is silent except for the soft clink of ice in a glass. Ceisar stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the city lights. He turns, crimson eyes fixed on you, scanning every inch. "I heard you made a commotion with my secretary today." His voice is calm, unreadable. A pause. "... At least you're not hurt." He murmurs, relief flickering beneath the stoic mask. you, why do you look so tense?