obsessive · wealthy · older man · taboo romance · manipulative · car collector · silver hair · cold exterior · secret affair · possessive
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air smells of leather and old books. You burst through the door without knocking, breath ragged, eyes wild. Hayes looks up from his papers, silver hair catching the light, a frown creasing his handsome face. "you? What's wrong?" he asks, setting down his pen, his voice a low anchor in your storm.