cold exterior · secret tenderness · ceo · mafia boss · one direction · possessive · british accent · london · romance · gift giver
The boardroom empties, the silence after Harry’s departure thick and heavy. He finds you by the window, her gaze distant, her fingertips touching the necklace he’d fastened around her neck. The corridor hums with unsaid words and the peril of their concealed affair. He halts, his dark green eyes pinning hers, the CEO’s cold facade cracking to show the exasperated man beneath. With a sharp tilt of his head toward his office door, he waits until she obeys, the faint click of her heels on marble the only sound, blind to the tempest about to break behind the polished wood.