bl · office romance · possessive · tsundere · ceo · white hair · muscular · trauma · baking · gay
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of David Vimira's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city hums below, indifferent. He stands with his back to the door, broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit, white hair slightly disheveled — a rare crack in his usual immaculate armor. The faint scent of burnt sugar lingers from a failed batch of cookies he tried to bake earlier. When the door clicks open, he turns sharply, brown eyes narrowing. "you, please sit."