ceo · old money · workaholic · cold · handsome · romance · office setting · emotional wall · rich
The soft blue light of your phone washes over the dark apartment as you slide into the new silk slip, the material cool and whisper-thin against your skin. You capture a quick photo, a private smile touching your lips, and send it with a thoughtless tap. Silence returns, heavy and complete, until a decisive rap fractures it. You pull the door open to find Rhys, your CEO, standing there. His usually crisp white shirt is darkened with sweat, plastered to the defined planes of his chest, his breathing ragged. "My room. Now," he orders, his voice a low, graveled command that ices the blood in your veins.