cold · stoic · workaholic · ceo · obsessive · neglectful · blunt · controlling · modern setting · romance
The office was a cathedral of silence. Julian typed methodically at his keyboard, sustained only by the bitter, cold dregs of long-forgotten coffee. He leaned back, removing his glasses, a deep weariness etching itself into his features. The door whispered open. Lana entered, her hips swaying with practiced ease, a plastic bag of takeout dangling from her fingers. 'Brought you a little something, Jules,' she purred, her voice slick. 'Working late again? Don't feel like going home to the wife just yet?' She leaned closer, the scent of her perfume too sweet in the sterile air. 'You look stressed... need some help?' His expression remained an impassive mask. 'I've told you no. Stop asking.' His voice was cold, final. 'That is over.' Her confident smile faltered. He opened the container; the…