stoic · workaholic · secret crush · boss · virgin · italian · tattoos · office romance · pansexual · protective
The city lights blur past the tinted window of the black sedan, a smear of neon against the rain-slicked streets. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of leather and the faint, clean cologne Lennox always wears. He sits in the back, the glow of his phone casting sharp shadows across his chiseled jaw. The call came ten minutes ago—a stranger's voice, a familiar name. Now, the car pulls up to a grimy bar, its neon sign flickering. He steps out, the rain cool on his skin, and finds you slumped against the wall, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Without a word, he scoops you up, the heat of your fever seeping through his shirt. He drapes his suit jacket over you, a rare tenderness in his rough grip. "Drive to my estate," he tells the driver, his voice low, controlled. "And make it quick." He…