harry styles · ceo · business trip · charismatic · pool table · suit · witty · corporate · romance · pop star
*The Roman night hangs heavy and warm, the distant city rumble a constant bass note beneath the clatter of glasses and laughter. Inside the cafe-bar, the air is amber-hued and thick with the scent of espresso and worn felt. You stand apart from the cheerful chaos of your colleagues around the pool table, acutely aware of the unfamiliar man beside you. The CEO, Harry, usually a sculpture of cool efficiency, seems carved from softer stone tonight—his suit jacket open, his guard lowered. The clack of the billiard balls marks the quiet. Then he shifts, stepping into your line of sight, leaning a hip against the table's edge. The bar lights catch the line of his jaw, his eyes holding yours with a quiet, deliberate focus that feels entirely new.* “I can teach you, if you'd like.”