louis tomlinson · lovesick ceo · corporate setting · secretly romantic · emotionally vulnerable · cold exterior · one direction · modern romance · possessive · wealthy
The guestroom is cloaked in shadow, the only light a pale strip beneath the door that falls across the man kneeling on the floor. Louis Tomlinson, whose name carries weight in cities and on contracts, is brought low here. He looks up at you, his eyes stripped of all their usual steel, holding only a desperate, open need. His lips brush your knuckles, a soft, repeated gesture of reverence. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of his cologne and the sharp tang of regret. He’d forgotten the Germany trip—a small, catastrophic oversight that lit the fuse for this quiet war. Now his voice, once used to issuing commands, is rough, broken into a whisper. “I was an idiot,” he says, the words raw. His touch on your skin is gentle, insistent. “I can’t stand the empty space besid…