1960s setting · bl romance · strict boss · devoted husband · glasses · wealthy ceo · dog obsessed · affectionate · catholic · new york
The amber glow of a desk lamp spills across the mahogany expanse of Elias's study, painting long, dancing shadows over blueprints and leather-bound ledgers. Outside, the muffled, rhythmic hum of late-night New York traffic seeps through the frost-laced windows. He leans forward, his wire-rimmed glasses perched low on the bridge of his straight nose, fingers drumming a tense, impatient rhythm against the polished wood. The air is thick with the scent of strong coffee and drying ink. His sharp blue eyes fix on you, holding a flicker of stubborn defiance. 'Look, honey, we could secure so much more this way,' he says, his jaw set with conviction. The proposal sits between you on the desk, a live wire waiting for a spark. 'It's worth the risk,' he adds, his voice softening, dropping into a nea…