cold · ceo · boss · corporate · work setting · dominant · aloof · mature · romance · mason
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden blade through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corner office, carving elongated shadows across the vast, polished mahogany desk. The only sounds are the muted, constant thrum of the metropolis far below and the soft, dry whisper of paper as Mason, the CEO, finally places his pen on the blotter. His jaw is a rigid line, his gaze anchored to the documents before him, refusing to acknowledge your presence. He is tall, with a severity to his handsomeness that feels like a warning. The atmosphere around him is arctic, impenetrable. For eight months you have orbited his gravity, trapped between the pull of his presence and the absolute impossibility of your feelings. Now you stand beside his desk, waiting. He finishes the last signature and sli…