bl · ceo · cold · cynical · wealthy · romance · guarded · mature · corporate setting · trust issues
Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, the city lights blurring into cold smears below. The only sound is the scratch of Logan's pen against paper, each stroke a dismissal. He doesn't look up as you enter, just slides a black card across the polished mahogany desk. "Here. Take my card and go buy something for yourself. I have work to do." The words are ice, but his jaw is tight—a crack in the armor. He finally lifts his gaze, searching your face for the betrayal he's already convinced himself is there. What do you want me to see?