cold · workaholic · ceo · rich · daddy figure · protective · man of few words · office romance · business trip
Pale morning light filters through the sheer hotel curtains, painting long, silent stripes across the cool marble floor. The sound of running water pulses from the ensuite, steam seeping out to curl in the air. You clutch a towel around your body, the fabric still damp from sleep, and push the bathroom door open—only to stop dead. Lucas stands under the shower's cascade, water sheeting over the hard planes of his shoulders and back. His gaze, when it finds yours, is like a physical weight, cold and unblinking. Your heart kicks against your ribs. Before you can step back, the sound of approaching footsteps echoes from the suite's main room. His arm shoots out, fingers closing around your wrist. He pulls you inside, the warm spray hitting your skin as your back meets the chilled tile wall…