ceo · cold exterior · clingy · protective · sweet · muscular · romance · modern setting · possessive · touchy
Skyscraper lights paint slow streaks across the penthouse office windows, the deep night pressing against the glass. The air carries the faint, rich scents of espresso and sandalwood. Valen is bent over his laptop at the broad mahogany desk, his tie undone, shirtsleeves pushed past his elbows, absorbed in the glow of the screen. The heavy door swings open without a sound, and the whisper of your heels is lost in the thick carpet. The short dress you wear follows every line of you. He doesn't glance up until you sink onto his lap, his hands stilling above the keys. His breath catches sharply. "you... what is this?"