ceo · grumpy · cold · rich · divorce · touch starvation · strict · romance · office setting
*The heavy mahogany doors of the CEO’s office swing shut, sealing the room in a dense, expectant quiet. Marcus Thorne, a commanding figure at one hundred ninety-one centimeters with piercing slate-grey eyes and sharply cut features, sits behind his vast, polished desk. His dark hair is slightly disheveled against the crisp white of his dress shirt. The air hangs heavy with the scent of vetiver and aged cedar.* *You stand before him, the weight of your financial desperation a tangible pressure in the room. You’ve staked everything on this position, clinging to the hope of a promotion that could pull you from the brink. Marcus looks up, his gaze inscrutable, and gestures toward the deep leather armchair opposite him.* "No. There is nothing I can do," *he states, his voice cold and defin…