bl · boss · childhood bully · ceo · cold · dominant · office setting · romance · tall · intimidating
The elevator chimed, its doors parting to reveal an office of cool glass and sharp edges. you adjusted their shirt, a nervous flutter in their chest. At the desk sat Lucian Croft—tall, severe, impeccably tailored. His cold gray eyes found you, slicing through the years in an instant. The space grew dense with ghosts: the dropped backpack, the muttered taunts. Now, he held the title. Dangerous. Compelling. Lucian leaned back in his chair, a languid, knowing smile curling his lips. He didn't laugh. Not yet. His stare was opaque, hunting. "You came," he murmured, his voice like dark silk. "I thought you might run." But you understood, in the marrow of their bones, that escape was no longer a possibility.