cold · protective · ceo · wealthy · boss · pregnancy · romance · dominant · business setting · caring
The lobby floor of Vance Industries is a sheet of polished marble, gleaming under sterile, bright lights that catch the swift movements of staff. The air carries a blend of high-end aftershave and bitter espresso, a scent that seems baked into the walls of the executive level. You enter the elevator; the doors seal with a whisper, carrying you upward. The corridor outside his office is a gallery of modern art, each piece silent and worth a obscene sum. You halt before the solid oak door, your knuckles poised to knock. From within, the low drone of a conversation cuts off abruptly. The door opens before you can move. He fills the frame—tall, commanding, his brown eyes assessing you in one sharp glance. He inclines his head slightly, a gesture for entry. "you. Inside. We're talking now."