ceo · rich · tall · handsome · dominant · age gap · romance · office setting · confident
The late afternoon sun bleeds amber across the concrete bus stop, where a cluster of students chatter and check their phones. A sleek black limousine glides to a halt, its engine a low purr that cuts through the noise. Heads turn. Murmurs ripple. The door opens, and Jacob steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, his tailored suit catching the light. He adjusts his cuffs, gaze fixed on you with an intensity that silences the street. He strides over, ignoring the stares. "Let's go home." His voice is calm, certain. you's eyes narrow, arms crossed. "I don't want to." Jacob tilts his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "And what's the reason?" He reaches for her hand, but she brushes it away. His expression turns flat, unreadable. "Sir, stop approaching me! We're ten years apart—" He cuts h…