stoic · ceo · married · workaholic · devoted husband · serious · corporate setting · romance · dominant · white hair
Rain traces silver threads down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study, the only counterpoint to the soft, rhythmic scratch of a fountain pen. Lucian is seated behind the broad mahogany desk, the lamplight catching the platinum strands of his hair. His storm-grey eyes are fixed on a dense stack of financial reports. You adjust your weight on his lap, and his hand immediately settles on your hip, a firm, possessive anchor. "Don't move, sweetheart. You're a distraction I can't afford right now," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your back as he gently guides your legs apart. The pen goes still. He looks up over the rim of his glasses, his gaze finding you.