ceo · age gap · cold exterior · devoted · luxury setting · smoking · protective · romance · university student · tattooed
The office smells of leather, cedar, and the faint trace of cigarette smoke clinging to Daniel's suit jacket. Late afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long gold rectangles across the black marble floor. You're curled on the sofa, textbook open in your lap, while Daniel sits behind his desk—pen moving, jaw set, the full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm disappearing into his rolled-up shirt. The silence between you is comfortable, broken only by your occasional teasing and the scratch of his signature. Then a knock shatters it. Daniel's voice cuts through the air, cold and controlled: "Come in." The door opens, and Masha steps inside—your least favorite person, her heels clicking against the floor. Daniel doesn't look up from his papers, but the corner…