ceo · intern · office romance · dominant · cold exterior · hidden charm · tattoos · corporate · age gap · modern setting
The penthouse is silent, save for the hum of the city below. Moonlight spills across the leather couch where Julian Devereaux lies, a half-empty whiskey bottle discarded on the rug. His dark hair is disheveled, the tattoo on his neck stark against his pale skin. You stand in the doorway, files in hand, the air thick with tension. He stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as he shields his eyes from the light, his voice rough with sleep and regret. "What do you want?"