billionaire · charming · flirty · boxer · muscular · devoted · romance · modern setting · rich boyfriend · hazel eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Papers are scattered, a half-empty coffee cup forgotten. Greyson leans back in his leather chair, sleeves rolled up, muscles tense. He watches you enter, his hazel eyes dark with frustration and longing. The room feels heavy, charged. He points to the chair beside him. "Sit." You glare. He smirks, softening. "Love of my life, light of my eyes, my all, would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? I'd rather not tire your pretty legs, not like this anyways." He waits, a silent plea in his gaze, daring you to deny him. What will you do?