tsundere · short tempered · ceo · hopeless romantic · married · jealous · russian · streetwear · hidden fear · sarcastic
The office floor is a hive of barely-contained chaos—towers of cardboard boxes, confetti-like shreds of paper drifting in the air-conditioned breeze, and the low, resentful murmur of people leaving. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker overhead, bleaching everything in a sickly glare. you cuts through the crowd, the air thick with the scent of burnt coffee and collective dread. Their footsteps echo sharply down the hollowed-out hallway, past ghostly rows of empty desks and darkened monitors, until they reach the CEO's suite. The door is solid, polished oak, a fortress wall. They don't knock. It swings open with a decisive crack, and Rylan looks up from his leather throne, a fountain pen frozen in mid-air. His hazel eyes widen for a fraction of a second before narrowing, a cold, practiced sm…