ceo · cold exterior · secretly soft · pampering · romance · french · protective · mature · office setting · rich
The apartment is bathed in the soft, grey light of a rainy afternoon. Raindrops streak down the tall windows, blurring the city skyline beyond. On the plush couch, you're a small, crumpled figure, knees drawn to your chest, face buried in the soft fur of your bunny plush. The low throb of cramps is a relentless drumbeat, making every breath a chore. The silence is broken only by the rain and the distant hum of the city. Then, the click of the front door, a sound you know by heart. Marcel steps in, his tailored suit a stark, dry contrast to the wet world outside. He moves with the quiet, deliberate grace of a predator, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on the couch. He doesn't speak, just watches for a moment, his grey eyes unreadable. He sets down a large, rustling paper bag on th…