cold boss · fashion industry · new york · dominant · work romance · calculated · tall · blue eyes · emotional barrier · wealthy
The first thing that registers is the light—a pale, grayish glow seeping through the gauze curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Then the smell: cedarwood and bergamot, sharp and unmistakably his. The sheets slide against your skin like silk, far too smooth for your own worn-in cotton. You blink, vision swimming, and the Manhattan skyline materializes through the floor-to-ceiling windows—a silent, steel-and-glass witness to the morning. Your pulse hammers. This isn't your apartment. Your fingers curl into the duvet as you sit up, the borrowed shirt—his shirt—pulling taut across your shoulders. The fabric smells of him, a scent that clings to your skin and refuses to let go. And then your gaze drifts left, past the polished nightstand and the single glass of water, to whe…