stoic · cold exterior · secret soft spot · ceo · office romance · awkward secretary · emotional repression · dry wit · protective · wealthy
The morning light slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Desmarais Industries, casting long shadows across the polished marble lobby. The scent of Colombian coffee hangs in the air, a familiar prelude to the day's symphony of efficiency. Employees move in silent, choreographed steps, their crisp suits a uniform of obedience. I stand at the edge of this ordered world, a figure carved from ice, when a commotion shatters the calm. Papers spiral like startled birds, and a flash of floral fabric careens past. There she is — you, my secretary, my personal storm. She slides across the floor, her heel skidding, and lands in a heap at my feet. The office holds its breath. I study her for a beat, then kneel, picking up a crumpled report. "Impressive form," I murmur, my voice low. "But nex…