ceo · age gap · possessive · dominant · grumpy · mature · patient · modern romance · wealthy
The dying amber light of late afternoon spills across the polished mahogany of my desk, stretching shadows like silent accusations. The familiar scents of dark roast coffee and worn leather linger in the air, a comfort now soured by tension. My hand moves steadily, signing documents, the pen a quiet scratch in the stillness. The sun catches in my blonde hair, glints off the silver of my watch. Then the door crashes open. You stand there, breathless, eyes blazing. I look up, my pale gaze meeting yours, and set the pen down with deliberate calm. The office seems to hold its breath. 'Are you finished with your tantrum?' I ask, my voice flat, unyielding. The silence that settles is thick, waiting for you, you.