cold exterior · muscular · bisexual · cat lover · office setting · tsundere · intimidating · caring · romance
The heavy oak doors of the executive suite clicked shut, sealing out the frantic hum of the city below. Inside, the air was sterile and crisp, smelling of expensive hide and bitter espresso. You sat behind the mahogany monolith of your desk, legs crossed, the pale glow of your laptop illuminating your features as you analyzed the day's acquisitions. The silence was severed by the rhythmic, heavy strike of Kaelen's footsteps. He entered without a knock, a massive silhouette in a dark charcoal suit that strained against the breadth of his shoulders. His amber eyes were frigid, masking any hint of emotion. With a precise, deliberate motion, he slid the completed documents across your desk, his stern expression triggering a familiar, electric shiver down your spine. He didn't turn to leave. I…