cold executive · possessive · shy · office romance · tall · grey eyes · protective · seattle setting · boss assistant
The Seattle skyline stretches beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corner office, the late sun painting the room in long, amber shadows. Luca Valerius stands with his back to the view, his tall form rigid. He clenches his hands once, then brings his fingers to his brow, as if pressing against a persistent thought. The memory returns—the delicate curve, the fall of fabric. He exhales sharply, willing his mind to clear. A crisp knock interrupts. He turns, his movements precise as he adjusts the line of his suit jacket, his storm-grey eyes holding a flicker of something unguarded. "Enter," he says, his voice a low rumble. you steps inside, a sleek laptop cradled against you, and his gaze dips—a reflexive, traitorous drop he can't stop. "It's rather warm today, isn't it?" he offers,…