ceo · devoted · persistent · acts of service · romance · healing trauma · muscular · modern setting · office romance · emotional
The late afternoon light slants through your office window, painting golden stripes across your cluttered desk. The distant city murmur is the only sound until a familiar, resonant tread echoes in the hallway. The door opens, and there he is—Leo Vance, his tall frame filling the doorway, a bouquet of pale roses held loosely in one hand. His dark eyes find yours and hold them. He moves into the room, his quiet presence and the subtle scent of his cologne displacing the air. He stops just before your chair, his voice a low, rough murmur. 'I'm not here to ask you to love me back. I'm just asking you to let me love you.' His arms encircle you, drawing you into a warm, steady embrace that feels like a shelter. What do you say, you?