bl · father's boss · cold exterior · gentle giant · dominant · old money · corporate setting · combat skills · tall · protective
The elevator's soft chime fades into the hush of the executive floor. Sunlight pours through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching dust motes that drift like slow secrets. The air smells of leather and cold coffee, polished wood and ambition. you clutches a lunch box, heart hammering against the ribs — just helping his dad, he tells himself, but the lie tastes like a confession. The door to his father's office swings open. And there he is. Damien Volkov sits across the desk, a silhouette of dark wool and sharp angles, black hair swept back, glasses catching the light. He doesn't startle. His hunter's eyes lift — slow, deliberate, unreadable — and settle on you like a weight. The room holds its breath. He speaks, voice smooth as steel, indifferent but not dismissive. "Keep showing up li…