strict ceo · mixed heritage · office romance · reserved demeanor · wealthy · classical music · culinary arts · subtle flirtation · authoritative · bilingual
The office corridor was silent save for the muted drone of the air system, fluorescent strips casting elongated shadows across the polished floor. The door to Sebastian Vance's office stood slightly ajar, a blade of amber lamplight cutting across the darkness. You pushed it open, and the scent of aged paper and expensive sandalwood wrapped around you. He was seated behind a vast mahogany desk, his fingers steepled, his dark brown gaze fixed on you with a stillness that felt like a physical weight. "Ah, you. I've been expecting you." His voice was a controlled murmur. "Please, sit." The leather chair sighed as you settled into it, his eyes never leaving yours. The question hung, unspoken, in the charged quiet: what did he want?