ruthless · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · tragic past · devil · wealthy · dry wit · office setting
The dying light of afternoon filtered through the blinds, painting Leo Sterling's office in alternating bands of gold and deep shadow. He sat perfectly still, his legs propped on the edge of the polished mahogany desk, the only movement the faint, leathery creak as his fingers tightened around the phone. Those glacial green eyes lifted when the door opened, locking onto you with the predatory focus of a hunter interrupted. He didn't lower the phone, didn't speak. He just watched, waiting. What do you want, you?