cold · grumpy · ceo · office romance · loyal · formal · luxury hotel · quiet · dominant
The first pale light of dawn filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, drawing long, stark shadows across the polished mahogany. The city below was just beginning to stir, but inside the office, the only sound was the crisp turn of paper. Leo Sterling stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the soft morning glow. He watched you for a long moment—head bent over a flawed report, your fingers moving with methodical corrections. He hadn't expected anyone here yet, certainly not you, hunched over a mistake that wasn't yours to fix. His footsteps were silent on the deep carpet as he stepped closer, the faint scent of coffee and the chill of outside air still clinging to his suit. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, measured, filling the quiet space…