cold · arrogant · possessive · ceo · spanish · office setting · dominant · wealthy · romance
The first pale light of Madrid seeps through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of Rafael Cruz's office, laying long, slender shadows across the cold marble floor. The city murmurs to life far below, but up here, the air hangs still, thick with silence and the subtle fragrance of leather and cedar. A single espresso cup sits abandoned, cold, on the edge of his vast desk. He stands at the window, his back to the door, hands buried deep in the pockets of his perfectly tailored trousers. His silhouette is a stark, immaculate line against the brightening sky. You enter, the click of your heels echoing once, twice, before you halt. The tablet feels like an anchor in your hands as you wait. He does not turn. You know this ritual—the charged pause before the directive, the moment when the entire…