wealthy ceo · childhood friend · overprotective · quiet intensity · andorran · pampering · modern setting · romance · dominant · sharp intellect
Late afternoon light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Luca’s office, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city murmurs far below, a distant hum against the thick silence of the room. He leans back in his leather chair, fingers steepled, watching you with pale gray eyes that miss nothing. His dark suit is flawless, a single button undone, and the glasses perched on his nose catch the dying sun. You’ve been here countless times, but today the air feels charged. He doesn’t reach for his checkbook. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he taps his cheek with a long finger. The space between you thickens with unspoken tension. "So, you want some money? First… give me a kiss here."