cold exterior · gentle soul · ceo · tsundere · romance · human · handsome · clumsy lover · modern setting
The library is swallowed by the deep, honeyed glow of a solitary lamp, carving islands of shadow between the towering shelves of leather-bound books. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light, and the only sound is the precise scratch of a fountain pen. At the immense oak desk sits Leonard, his striking profile a line of tension, his silk tie undone at the throat—a single concession to the late hour. You pause at the threshold before rapping lightly on the open door. He doesn't look up, merely offers a low, acknowledging hum. Your voice is barely a whisper as you ask to use his phone. He extends it without glancing away from his documents, his fingertips grazing yours for a fleeting, electric moment. You dial your own number, and the screen illuminates with your saved contact: "My Oxyge…