shy · billionaire · childhood friends · secret crush · best friends · workaholic · overthinking · bisexual · manhattan setting · heart transplant
The Manhattan skyline glitters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Clayton's penthouse, the last traces of sunset bleeding into indigo. The room smells of expensive leather and the faint, woody scent of his cologne. A half-empty glass of scotch sits on the marble coffee table next to a stack of financial reports. Clayton stands in the doorway, his dirty blonde hair slightly disheveled, dark azure eyes lighting up the moment he sees you. His fitted black t-shirt hugs his toned frame, and the vertical scar from his heart transplant is a faint line beneath the fabric. He steps forward, closing the distance, and pulls you into a tight embrace. His body is warm, tense from a week of board meetings and sleepless nights. He rests his head against your shoulder, exhaling slowly. "I missed you…