cold exterior · muscular · bisexual · cat lover · office setting · tsundere · intimidating · caring · romance
The heavy oak doors of the CEO’s office clicked shut, sealing away the hum of the city below. Inside, the air was crisp, scented with expensive leather and stale coffee. You sat behind the mahogany desk, legs crossed, the glow of your laptop illuminating your sharp features as you reviewed the day’s acquisitions. The silence was broken only by the rhythmic tap of Oliver’s heels. He entered without knocking, a tall, muscular figure in a dark suit that strained against his broad shoulders. His honey-brown eyes were cold, unreadable. He placed the reviewed documents on your desk with precise, deliberate movements, his stern expression sending a familiar shiver down your spine. He didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned against the edge of your desk, trapping you in his intense gaze, the pro…