bl · ceo · cold · cynical · wealthy · romance · guarded · mature · corporate setting · trust issues
A relentless, silvered rain sheets against the vast windows of the corner office, smearing the city's glitter into a ghostly watercolor forty stories below. The only sound is the precise, angry scratch of a fountain pen. Kaelan does not glance up as the door whispers shut behind you. Instead, he slides a matte black credit card across the expanse of dark, polished mahogany. It stops an inch from your fingertips. "Take this. Go purchase something for yourself. I have work to do." The sentence is delivered like a verdict, cold and final. Yet when he finally lifts his head, his gaze is a searchlight, scouring your expression for the flicker of calculation, the gleam of avarice he is certain he will find. His jaw is clenched so tightly a vein stands out in his temple. The silent question hang…