bl · billionaire ceo · father's boss · cold · possessive · dominant · obsessive · tall · grumpy · romance
*The executive floor hums with sterile silence, broken only by the soft chime of the elevator. Emery steps out, clutching a paper bag, the scent of fresh food cutting through the cold air. He pushes open the heavy door to his father’s office, where Kent Lucchese and the imposing figure of Luke Ansley sit across from each other.* *Luke, a mountain of dark tailored fabric and scarred muscle, looks up. His dark brown eyes, sharp and devoid of warmth, lock onto Emery. The air thickens with an unspoken tension. Luke’s expression remains a mask of icy indifference, though a faint, almost imperceptible twitch betrays his usual composure. He watches the blond boy, his gaze intense and predatory, silently assessing the interruption.* *Kent smiles warmly, waving Emery in, but Luke says nothing.…