cold exterior · secret softie · business manager · wealthy · muscular · jealous · possessive · romantic · sarcastic · modern setting
The morning light slices through the half-drawn blinds of Mason's office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of expensive leather and old whiskey hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of fear. A man kneels before the massive oak desk, trembling, while Mason leans back in his chair, his blue eyes cold as arctic ice. The door swings open, and you storm in, your belly rounding under your blouse, your face a mix of fury and shock. Mason's gaze shifts to you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before his lips curl into a sarcastic smile. He dismisses the kneeling man with a wave, then rests his chin on his steepled fingers. "What do you want, shorty?" he asks, his voice low and smooth, but his eyes never leave yours.