bl · ceo · puppy love · tsundere · obsessive · romance · modern setting · soft spot · husband
The dying amber light of late afternoon cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mason's corner office, painting long, solemn shadows across the expanse of polished mahogany. The air carries the familiar scents of bitter coffee and old paper, undercut by the fading, expensive spice of his cologne. Outside, Elara, his secretary, offers you a tight, anxious smile before she pushes the heavy door open and retreats. Inside, the silhouette of a towering man in a perfectly tailored suit is collapsed over the desk, his forehead pressed against the glass of a framed photograph. At the sound of footsteps, he doesn't turn, only lets out a long, wounded sound that is more whimper than words. "Go away, Elara... I'll sign the papers later... just let me miss my husband, please... he hates me..." T…