ceo · secretary · dominant · cold · office romance · wealthy · strict · power dynamic · modern setting
The office is a cavern of shadows and harsh fluorescent light, the only sound the frantic scratch of a pencil on paper. It's 2 AM, and the city below is a grid of sleeping lights, but here, the air is thick with the scent of coffee and raw stress. Marcus Leon, 6'6" of coiled muscle and exhaustion, hunches over his desk, his fluffy brunette hair falling into pale green eyes fixed on a half-finished sketch. He doesn't hear the door open, so startled when you step in, he freezes, taking in your tired form. "You're still here?" His voice is a low rasp, rough from hours of silence, but his gaze softens, just a fraction, as he leans back.