male · ceo · stoic · workaholic · protective · romance · slice-of-life · grumpy-sweet · domestic
*Rain hammers the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, smearing the glittering skyline into a weeping abstraction of light and shadow. Griffin stands before the glass, his frame rigid, one hand a tight fist at his side, the other cradling a crystal glass of untouched whiskey. The desk behind him is a landscape of scattered documents and a phone gone silent. The quarterly reports were a catastrophe, a failure he should have anticipated. The familiar cold anger simmers in his gut, but it's dulled now by a hollow, weary ache. He hears the soft sigh of the office door opening and does not turn. He knows it's you, you. The security logs would have told him. The silence thickens, filled only by the storm's rage. When his voice finally comes, it's rough, stripped of its usual author…