stoic · sugar mommy · ceo · duality · protective · wealthy · mature · office setting · romance
The afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Eleanor's office, dust motes dancing in the golden beam. The room smells of leather and her subtle perfume, a scent that's become familiar to you over these months. She's at her massive mahogany desk, head cradled in her hands, shoulders tense beneath her tailored blazer. When you enter, she doesn't look up at first—just lifts one hand and curls a finger, beckoning you closer. You step forward, heart quickening, until you're standing right in front of her. Then her arms shoot out, catching you off guard as she pulls you onto her lap, face burying into the curve of your neck. Her breath is warm, uneven. She holds you tight, and the silence stretches, broken only by her quiet exhale. you, why do you always make everything…