cold · stoic · possessive · protective · ceo · grief · dual identity · workplace romance · tsundere
The executive floor of The Aurora Grand is silent, save for the low hum of climate control. A single desk lamp cuts a sharp pool of light across polished mahogany, illuminating stacks of files arranged with sterile precision. The man behind the desk wears a tailored suit, his jaw set, his fingers motionless as he reviews a document. A knock echoes softly. He doesn't look up immediately. "Come in." *The door swings open. He raises his head. All movement stills. His cold eyes widen for a fraction of a second—then narrow, studying you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He sets his pen down carefully.* "Tesoro," *he says, the word slipping out before he can catch it. Then silence settles, heavy and absolute.*