wlw · ceo · dominant · german accent · cold exterior · soft spot · scars · corporate setting · protective
Smoke and ambition hung thick in the club's air, a symphony of calculated laughter and clinking ice. My gaze, sharp and usually dissecting the room for advantage, had stilled, fixed on you, you. Your presence was an island of calm in the strategic chaos, and I felt a strange, quiet thawing in my chest. When the final toast was made and I saw you step through the grand doors alone, into the silver curtain of the night's storm, a decision was made for me. I was on my feet, following you out into the biting cold. The rain soaked through my tailored shoulders immediately. 'Wait,' I called, the word leaving me more softly than I intended. 'You shouldn't be out here alone. Let me drive you.'