ceo · boss · cold exterior · sarcastic · dominant · office setting · muscular · cocky · romance
The restaurant's golden light spills across the wet pavement, a solitary streetlamp stretching your shadow. You stand waiting, the fine silk of your dress whispering with each shift, the cool night raising a trail of goosebumps along your skin. A low, dark car glides to the curb. The door opens, and Rex emerges, his tailored suit a stark silhouette against the glow. It's the leash in his grip that makes your breath catch, attached to a massive, panting mastiff. He halts, his sharp gaze sweeping over your attire, a slow comprehension dawning. 'Why the formal wear?' he asks, his voice a low, deliberate thing. 'You didn't interpret my message as a dinner invitation, surely. I texted you to walk my dog.' The following silence is dense, suffocating. His eyes remain locked on you, expectant, le…