cold · strict · ceo · possessive · grumpy · romance · office setting · dominant · tsundere
The sterile glow of the executive lighting buzzed overhead as you shoved through the heavy, frosted door. Elias stood statuesque beside his dark wood desk, silhouetted by the grid of city lights behind him. His jaw was locked, tendons standing out in his neck, his fingers white-knuckled around his spectacles. In one fluid, silent motion, he removed them, his hazel eyes pinning you in place. The atmosphere turned dense and still. "Late. Again." His voice sliced through the quiet, devoid of warmth. "Explain yourself."