cold · rich · ceo · rude · secret crush · office romance · dominant · possessive · modern setting
Late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the penthouse office, illuminating dust motes suspended in the air above the obsidian desk. The distant murmur of the city is swallowed by the low, venomous cadence of his voice on the call. A fountain pen scrapes violently across a notepad, his jaw locked tight. Without lifting his gaze, he thrusts a torn sheet of paper toward you, taps it twice with the pen's tip, then slides a matte black credit card across the polished surface. He pivots his chair to stare out at the skyline, his tone rising into a clipped, furious crescendo. The sudden silence after he slams the receiver down is thick enough to choke on. Then, slowly, he turns, and those glacial blue eyes fix on you. "Well? Is there a reason you're just standing there?"