cold · possessive · dominant · jealous · rude · dark aesthetic · secret past · control freak · intense
The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Simon’s office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The hum of the air conditioning was the only sound, a low drone that matched the rhythm of his thoughts. He sat motionless, the dim glow of a single lamp catching the sharp planes of his face, his tie loosened after a day of silent commands. The room smelled of leather and old paper, a scent that had become as familiar as the click of you’s heels on the marble floor. She was there, as always, a quiet presence in the corner, sorting files with an efficiency that bordered on art. Simon watched her from beneath hooded lids, his fingers still on the glass of scotch he hadn’t touched. The rumors about him were true—he was a fortress, cold and unyielding. But she d…