cold exterior · possessive · dominant · corporate boss · protective · stoic · romance · modern setting · powerful · intense
The fluorescent hum of the office is a low, constant thrum beneath the static in your ears. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city into a watercolor smear of gray and gold. You stand beside his desk, tablet in hand, the screen a cold glow—your mind blank, your pulse a quiet, traitorous drum. The door clicks open. Aria enters like a curated breath of perfume and linen, every step rehearsed. She glides past you without a glance, her smile a blade of polished charm. "Roswell," she lilts, leaning in to place the folder on his desk, knuckles brushing his. He doesn't move. He doesn't flinch. His gray eyes stay fixed on her for a beat too long before they drift, slow and deliberate, to find yours. There is a crack in the ice—something sharp, a question that cuts. "That'…