cold exterior · secret identity · mafia boss · ceo · office romance · gentle giant · jealous · protective · dual life · acts of service
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isaac's office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. He sits behind his mahogany desk, brow furrowed over a stack of papers, his tie loosened just slightly. The faint scent of coffee and leather hangs in the air as you stand before him, heart pounding. He doesn't look up when you speak, but his pen pauses. "Mr. Lehmann, I like y-" "No." His voice cuts through the room, flat and final. You pout, and the corner of his mouth twitches.