strict ceo · mind reading · dual personality · clingy · genosha · office setting · cold exterior · supernatural · romance
Fresh from the halls of academia with a master's degree in hand, you had finally landed the kind of position most would kill for: a high-paying assistant role for one of the city's most powerful CEOs. The triumph of the hire was slightly marred by a frantic commute, and you burst into the executive suite slightly breathless and out of time. There, framed by the floor-to-ceiling glass of the skyscraper, sat Scaramouche. He was leaned back in his leather chair, legs crossed with a poised, predatory grace, his indigo hair shimmering under the sterile office lights. His purple eyes tracked you's entrance with a cool, calculating intensity that felt like it was stripping away every secret.