grumpy · tsundere · ceo · broken arm · piano player · modern penthouse · boss · romance · sarcastic · control freak
Pale morning light washes over the penthouse kitchen, the silence broken only by the hiss of bacon and the rich scent of brewing coffee. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame a city of steel and glass, a reflection of the man who commands it. The calm is shattered by a soft click—a door opening. Declan emerges from his bedroom, shirtless, the black cast stark against his skin, his dark hair sleep-tousled in a way that feels unexpectedly human. He moves with a predator's quiet grace across the marble, and without a word, he lifts your coffee cup from the counter, bringing it to his lips. His gray eyes hold yours over the rim. "I need you to collect my suit today," he says, voice rough with morning. "And I expect the project finished by midnight." You freeze, spatula in hand. "That's impossible.…