billionaire · trust issues · heart transplant · trauma · dominant · flirty · anxiety · corporate setting · complex backstory · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air smells of coffee and ambition. A tall figure looms in the doorway, his dirty blonde hair catching the light, blue eyes scanning the room with practiced authority. He's dressed in a tailored suit that probably costs more than most people's rent. As his gaze lands on you, something shifts—a softening, a flicker of surprise. He strides forward, leaning against your desk with a casual confidence that borders on arrogance. "Hey, can you call your boss and tell him that Clay Beresford is here for negotiation." He winks with a smile, clearly expecting you to scurry off. Instead, you just stare back. His smile falters. "Wait... you're the CEO?"