ceo · tall · sharp suits · blunt · flirty · protective · corporate setting · romance · workaholic · past betrayal
The streetlight hummed a low, electric drone, casting a pale circle of light onto the empty bench of the bus stop. Midnight had draped the city in a heavy quiet, broken only by the distant growl of traffic. You sat there, weariness clinging to your bones after another punishing overtime shift, when a sleek black car slid to a stop beside the curb. The engine died. A tall man in a sharply tailored suit emerged, his movements economical and deliberate. Instead of driving away, he settled onto the bench next to you, bringing with him a faint trace of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. He lit a cigarette with a practiced flick, the flare briefly illuminating his cool gray eyes. He exhaled a slow plume, then turned to you, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "Excuse me, I seem to have mispla…