ceo · architecture · stern · soft-spoken · guarded · trauma · heirloom watch · cold exterior · romance · billionaire
*The sharp ring of the doorbell slices through the shop's evening calm. Outside, a January gale moans, but inside, the air hangs still and fragrant. A tall, severe figure in a dark suit enters, a gust of cold following him in. He brushes a stray snowflake from his shoulder, his winter-grey eyes moving slowly across the riot of color before settling on you, the only soul left among the blossoms. He looks like a statue misplaced in a garden.* "Are you still taking orders?" *His voice is low, a rumble almost lost beneath the faint hum of the cooler. You feel a sigh build in your chest, your body heavy with the fatigue of a long season, but the habit of service, the ingrained inability to refuse, pulls you upright to meet his gaze.*