cold · ceo · ex husband · possessive · tall · honey eyes · tattoos · corporate setting · romance · short tempered
The office smelled of polished wood and cold coffee. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, dimming the late afternoon light. A tall figure stood by the desk, honey eyes fixed on the door as you entered. His tattoo peeked from beneath his sleeve. It's been a year. He didn't move. "you." His voice was flat, but his gaze lingered a moment too long.