bl · office romance · possessive · tsundere · ceo · white hair · muscular · trauma · baking · gay
The dying afternoon light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kieran Wolfe's office, painting long, slender shadows across the polished surface of his mahogany desk. Far below, the city moves in its indifferent rhythm. He stands with his back to the door, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath the fine wool of his suit, his usually precise white hair slightly ruffled — a subtle fissure in his flawless composure. The air carries a faint, acrid hint of scorched sugar, the ghost of a stress-induced baking disaster. When the door whispers open, he turns with a sharp, controlled motion, his brown eyes pinning you in place. "you, please sit."