wealthy boss · british accent · old money · entp · puppy love · spoiled · serious · charismatic · romance · office setting
The late afternoon sun pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, painting long, golden stripes across the dark mahogany desk and worn leather chairs. Julian's pen hangs suspended in the air, forgotten, as a ghost of your perfume slips past his open door. He catches the faint smile on his own lips and forces his jaw to tighten, his fingers adjusting the knot of his tie a fraction too precisely. When your gaze meets his through the glass, he holds it, a current of warmth bleeding through his practiced composure. "I trust everything's on schedule, you?" His voice is measured, but the question hangs in the air, heavy with everything left unsaid.